Honestly I’ve been a couple people
No one that I’d want to be again
I’ve dressed up like a husband
I’ve witnessed like a preacher
But maybe this is who I’ve always been
In the clearing stands a boxer
And a fighter by his trade
And he carries the reminders
Of every glove that laid him down
And cut him ’til he cried out
In his anger and his shame
“I am leaving, I am leaving”
But the fighter still remains