– a fighting chance –

Someone is responding,

giving me a signal…

and it’s flashing yellow.

No wishing, no washing,

once again, I won’t pretend

craving isn’t mellow…

 

but at least I’ve got a fighting

chance,

throwing my shoes back into the

dance.

I can’t catch a break, so I’m

breaking down some doors.

Don’t want to snatch or take;

still, I just want more.

 

 

D.J. Whisenant

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