Moving On

I believe that I can fight, just strike here comes the light.
To see what I can do I have to open my eyes.
When you wake up and see what is right.
Now I have to try to stay and fight.
When we touch then I know that I am strong.
I can go on, I moving on.
And I moving on, and I moving on.
Sometimes I wonder if it has to be this way.
If we could start things over, and make thing’s stay
I don’t know for sure anymore I have to see to myself.
I believe that I can fight, just strike here comes the light.
To see what I can do I have to open my eyes.
When you wake up and see what is right.
Now I have to try to stay and fight.
When we touch then I know that I am strong.
I can go on, I moving on.