I'm taking the blows, but they're leaving no mark, Just fueling the fire, a growing new spark. I'm down on my knees, but I'm looking right back, 'Cause a heart with this will is a heart you can't crack. Your attacks are like water on hardened concrete, Just splashing the surface, an empty defeat. My bones may be breaking, my body may fall, But the ghost of a fighter won't answer your call.
