Boxing Gloves

I sat in this room I felt the warm evening breeze Blowing through my window as the dim light of the sun My eyes looking at old picture that hanging on the wall Take meback in time 15 years ago At the time I was young live a life in the boxing ring Undergoing many match and I’ve met with a variety of opponents Hard exercise that I learn forging my body and my soul The tight competition will always occurs Walking up the stairs to the summit to challenge The defending champion and become a winner Finally my time comes it’s my turn to reach destiny To challenge the champion fighting in 12 rounds But the reality’s different I was struck down on 11 I’ve been beaten down my eyes were blur, I can’t stand anymore Still I could feel on my chin the last blow has been dropped me Still I could hear in my ears ten countdown that shouted at me I open my dusty box that has been long time since I save AndI I take my old pair of boxing gloves Then I putting in my hand I felt like a shadow From that time comes again and shaking my heart Remembering my defeat and the thing that happened to me I’ve got a brain injury that requires me to stop And the time that I was forced to surrender Forgetting my dreams and I should hang my boxing gloves