
In the clearing stands a boxer and a fighter by his trade / And he carries the reminders of every glove that laid him down / And cut him ‘til he cried out in his anger and his shame, “I am leaving, I am leaving.” But the fighter still remains
In the clearing stands a boxer and a fighter by his trade / And he carries the reminders of every glove that laid him down / And cut him ‘til he cried out in his anger and his shame, “I am leaving, I am leaving.” But the fighter still remains