The champion relents
He furrows his brow
And the champion wins
But his wife is down
In
The
Basement
Of her mind
Lost and bruised
Where’s her coach
To nurse her wounds
He’s out of touch
With the majesty
Of
Her
Moods
Get back,
champion,
She’s bound to expand
Like a forest on fire
He’s in command
But cold as a liar
Oh sprinkling those
Little
Sweet
Lies
Champion,
keep guarding that heart
And you’ll never ever earn hers
Truly,
you’ll always just be a part
Of
Her
Heartbreak
Story
His Corner
Clay The Scribe 