A boxer is a noble warrior
May not seem that way in this place
A scruffy kid peeking in the door
A chip on his shoulder, scowl on his face
Something happens along the way
He listens, he works, he respects
He enters the ring his coach becomes a lifeline that day
A trust, a bond, he connects.
He trains, and trains and trains
Just many short ones that silently share their pains
The boxer and coach build a foundation.
Then comes the time they have worked for
The bell goes ding, he looks his coach in the eye
Coach says this is what you have been waiting for
He takes his breath and takes to this battle cry.
All pain the world has bestowed in on hold
All courage and honor fills him now
The pain from the blows, the sweat but he stays controlled
Minutes seem like eternity, but he stays with it somehow.
The bell rings, back to your corners
The pulsing sounds of the crowds, the unforgiving lights
But he hears that voice and looks eye to eye
You've got this kid, give it all your might.
