The Fighter - Matthew Logan Vasquez

Wake up and read the email I never wanted

The chills came, the salty rain of tears so honest

It’s in his brains, his lungs, his bones, and his blood

There’s little help for him, very few things can be done

So I pray, send a little money his way

He was always a fighter, I hope this fight can be won

I try to keep it light, I can’t lead on that it’s crushin' me

All the feelin’s I had, like losing a dad, but mostly a friend

Well, he was the one that opened the door to my dreams

He kept up the faith, when I was in doubt he helped believe

So I pray, I send all my love his way

He was always a fighter, I hope this fight can be won

When you cross the river unknown

Everybody has got to do it alone

We’ll be on the shoreline cheering you on

You’re gonna make it

You’re gonna make it