The Fight

April 4, 2001



At last the curse is over

the demon must be dead

what's left is just the silence

so peaceful in my head



He shook me so and made me go 

to places oh so deep

and late at night he'd drag me

down trails of fitful sleep



Sometimes it was so painful

he made me want to scream

but it was only fantasy

another crazy dream



Yes the dreams are gone now

this fight is all but done

but the battle isn't over

the real wars just begun



So now I'll let my wounds heal

and sharpen up my sword

because it won't be long now

the beast will become bored



And when he comes I'll draw my bow

pull the string so tight

take my aim upon his heart

and pray with all my might