"Sometimes we get addicted to the struggle, and the struggle becomes the end and not the phase through which we pass." (anon.)
Why, Why
do we fight...
walking through life with fists held high
and who is it, who stands in the ring with us?
Can't recognize faces
Don't know the thorn from the rose
the prick from the petal
with fists held high
we fight and fight
and everything a fog
Why, Why
do we fight the hands that hold us?
Why, Why
do we fight...
walking through life with fists held high
and who is it, who stands in the ring with us?
Can't recognize faces
Don't know the thorn from the rose
the prick from the petal
with fists held high
we fight and fight
and everything a fog
Why, Why
do we fight the hands that hold us?
