I am the last man standing the punches that
flowed like a river trying to breech my defence,
but the flow never broke through like a dam
I stayed strong.

I struggled against all the odds and like a storm my
punches hit back raining down from above like
lightning hitting there mark.

My opponent did his best but my punches did
take effect, breaking through and he did break
under the strain.

Like paper he did break, like paper he folded now
lying bruised and crumpled on the floor.Now I am
the last man standing my victory is complete, with
both hands held high in the air.

Where once there were two warriors in the ring now
only one, I am now the last man standing.