As here I sit,
I await the next hit.
Three men against one,
The pain has just begun.
As I lay under this unyielding sun,
I wonder how this has begun.
Surely it was all just a bit of fun?
And now there's nowhere left I can run.
There is no way I can win,
And yet I've never given in.
And so the moment they relent,
That's when I begin to vent.
As I rise and begin to stand,
"What are you doing?" they demand;
That's when I strike, quick as a viper and sure as a sniper,
I hit out right at his jugular.
There may be no way for me to win,
But at least I've erased his stupid grin.
I step back for a moment;
I see the man collapse from the blow I sent.
Now I know that they'll be hell bent,
To make sure that all my blood is spent.
For sure I'm in a worse position than before,
But that's all my prides ever been good for.
There is no way I can win,
- And yet; there's no way I could ever give in.
