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Battle In The Circle
A Circle is my battlefield
Where I fight to survive with out a sword or shield
A war zone where no one gets killed
But where dreams are destroyed and some are revealed
Technique and hard work are my weapons of choice
It’s just me and the sound of my coach’s voice
I’m a soldier with the desire to win
So give me a opponent and let the battle begin
The Mat and I
Dear wrestling mat you’ve seen it all over the years
All the pain I’ve endured, the countless drops of blood,sweat
and tears.
You were there for the good and bad and always was the first one
to
catch me when I fall.
When I had anger and frustration locked up inside I came to you
to relieve it all.
I visit you when I’m all alone, when its pitch dark with no
lights on.
your circle is my comfort zone, more like my home away from home.
Every step I take you count them all and remind me that hard work
pays off.
Before a Match
My smile is drowned out by pure intensity
While every pore in my body starts to cry
The blood flows faster through my veins
As each moment passes by
My teeth grind and my jaw flexes
As what’s to come, runs across my mind
Pain is factored out when the adrenaline rushes
So my bumps and bruises I just put behind
One strap after another is pulled over each shoulder.
The head phones scream into my ears with melodies of rage.
Victory is in the air and I’m the beholder.
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