She does not own a fighter's body
But you can tell right from the start
That the thing they have in common
Is...she has a fighter's heart
For as long as I have known her
A scrapper she has been
A lioness well challenged
She is cunning, though not mean
Her battle is internal
Her trophy is her life
Her body's full of cancer
She's tap dancing on a knife
She won't back down from any fight
Not this one...that's for sure
She determined like a fighter
She wants this fight...and one more
It's a battle for survival
She's as tough as old Ali
Her battle cry is awesome
"You will not be taking me"
I write this for my mother
The toughest woman that I know
And regardless of her cancer
Her pain...she'll never show.
May 2, 2012
May 2, 2012 at 7:01 PM UTC
She does not own a fighter's body
But you can tell right from the start
That the thing they have in common
Is...she has a fighter's heart
For as long as I have known her
A scrapper she has been
A lioness well challenged
She is cunning, though not mean
Her battle is internal
Her trophy is her life
Her body's full of cancer
She's tap dancing on a knife
She won't back down from any fight
Not this one...that's for sure
She determined like a fighter
She wants this fight...and one more
It's a battle for survival
She's as tough as old Ali
Her battle cry is awesome
"You will not be taking me"
I write this for my mother
The toughest woman that I know
And regardless of her cancer
Her pain...she'll never show.
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