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Ever since I was born I was fighting —for my life and my world I was fighting for myself
As I grew up I was fighting —for my place and my home I was fighting for my right to be heard
Then I leave I was fighting the world —even the dreams put in me I was fighting until I couldn't —anymore
Finally, in my sick bed I was fighting —for my strength and my soul I was fighting just to stay
As I look to heaven I was fighting the thoughts of giving up even the calls of destiny in my ears —I was fighting for life for my place in the world until I can answer the question —"Will I ever stop fighting?"— with my last breath
