I came back, from the great fight, With my heart in a mess, My mind began to crumble, And my strength was ebbing away, When did I forget the victories already won? Cover up the truth, see the conquering line receding? When did the spots reduce my vision? And my dreams lose their bright contrastings? I have found, that victories in life, are not like plaques on a wall, But wrestling belts, for you must always fight to keep them.