Shell Of A Fighter

I dream of changes.
I change my dreams.
I feel so restless,
sometimes I get so mean.
why should I bother
finding the will,
when every movement I make
just seems like I’m standing still?
the shell of a fighter,
the shell of a man,
the weight of a lifetime —
waiting for your healing hands.
and still I rise,
and still I dream,
and still I feel,
and I wait.
why don’t you hold me
when I need you to?
why don’t you touch me
when I reach for you?
why don’t you hurt for me
like I do for you?
why don’t you dream of me —
dream like I’m dreaming of you?
the shell of a fighter
and still I rise,
and still I dream,
and still I feel,
and I wait.
the shell of a fighter