lyric

The mountain stood tall, its peak out of sight,
I climbed with my hands, I fought through the night.
Each step was a promise, a hope in the haze,
But the higher I went, the dimmer the blaze.

The ropes were my wings, the ring was my stage,
But every fight carved lines of age.
I reached for the stars, but they turned away,
Now all that remains is the price I paid.

I give up, I can’t go on,
The fire inside has lost its song.
I gave it my all, but it wasn’t enough,
Now I lay down my gloves, the road’s too rough.

The canvas is cold, a mirror of me,
Reflecting a dream that was never to be.
The cheers were a river that carried my pride,
But now they’re a whisper, a fading tide.

I painted my soul with sweat and with pain,
But the colors have run, there’s nothing to gain.
The echoes of battles still ring in my chest,
A symphony of struggles that won’t let me rest.

I give up, I can’t go on,
The fire inside has lost its song.
I gave it my all, but it wasn’t enough,
Now I lay down my gloves, the road’s too rough.

Each scar is a verse in the story I wrote,
Each fall a reminder of dreams that I spoke.
But the ink’s running dry, and the pages are torn,
The fighter I was feels weathered and worn.

The mountain still stands, its peak out of view,
A place I once dreamed, but couldn’t break through.
I leave it behind, the fight and the flame,
I give up the battle… but not my name.

I give up, I can’t go on,
The fire inside has lost its song.
I gave it my all, but it wasn’t enough,
Now I lay down my gloves, the road’s too rough.