THE WRESTLER


   Broken down, a man aging In appearance and spirit,


   A lonely road Is wandered by this wanting warrior.


  His pain Is out there, It Is of the heart, love lives In 
  The ring,

  The world does not need him, what he needs Is no 
  Longer there.

  Tears run down an old but regretting face, see him as 
  He searches,

  Loneliness Is a prison of unwanting sorrow, his fight 
  Has an end.

  Scars of yesterdays' blood are a reminder to a once 
  Young soul,

  The only thing of value left for a man Is one final 
  Goodbye dance.

  He Is the wrestler, battles within him are now done, 
  Darkness lingers,

  He walks In the sand, he sees the sinking sun, his day 
  Is almost done.

  He struggles to the ropes as he rises one more time
  Through the pain,

  A tear, a smile, through the air, fade to black, he Is 
  The wrestler.

                                   Keith Garrett