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There's a part of me that's so tired of fighting the good fight
Sometimes I just get mad at this beautiful struggle
The struggle is ugly on dark days, only ugly, oh ugly as can be
Anger blinds me and I can't see the beauty of pain, the lessons hidden within mistakes and heartbreaks
Sometimes the bad guy wins and reigns with his carelessness and his faithlessness
And all I see is the triumph of the pornstars
The saliva of the businessmen
The blood of the murdered soldiers
The bullets marked with the word peace
The divorces
The lies that strangle the trust
The disillusioned children
The shiny bottles full of liquor
The sad smile of the bartender
The cocaine in the stripper's stride
The boredom killing the working man
The dead bird flying into a broken sky.
But
Dark days will end, and I will again draw a smile with my pen
Dark days will come back, and the devil will once again
Glue himself to my back
Trying me, hurting me, humiliating me
In his desperate attempt to kill my hope
But he will fail like he always does
My hope just won't die
My hope has a heart of steel