Can you ever really win?

The tears and pain

they make the game

they rip and tear for a moment

and when it's all over, like a boxing match

they'll hold up your fist and say that you won

even though they know it's just begun

the pain and sorrow we endure, is something silent on a lure

I can't but, feel the pain, at the cost of the fisher mans gain.

and yet does he feel when he pulls up his reel 

and see's a hook straight through my mouth. 

does he know that I saw his face, his laughs his tears

That I saw him all along the years.

just sitting was he, waiting so patiently.

through tears of frustration about at his youth

and tears of sorrow at his end. 

a broken heart, I couldn't end. 

The End

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