March 23, 2006


They stood toe-to-toe
Two men with hearts of stone
With the weight of a thousand
On the shoulders
And the pockets of a few
On their necks

They have fought, and sweated
And laughed, and cried
All for this moment
Standing toe-to-toe

They have been called by many names
Fighters, warriors, boxers, pugilists, beasts, animals
But in their hearts
They build a future for their children
With each punch, each blow,
Each drop of blood that bleeds from the multitude of cuts and bruises
Painted across their faces

They hurt each other
Out of love for their wives
And mothers and fathers
And children

It is a cold world
And we carve pieces of our flesh
Out is something beyond a dream

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