Lyrics The Fighter - Matthew Logan Vasquez

The Fighter

Wake up and read the email I never wanted
The chills came, the salty rain of tears so honest
It’s in his brains, his lungs, his bones, and his blood
There’s little help for him, very few things can be done
So I pray, send a little money his way
He was always a fighter, I hope this fight can be won
I try to keep it light, I can’t lead on that it’s crushin' me
All the feelin’s I had, like losing a dad, but mostly a friend
Well, he was the one that opened the door to my dreams
He kept up the faith, when I was in doubt he helped believe
So I pray, I send all my love his way
He was always a fighter, I hope this fight can be won
When you cross the river unknown
Everybody has got to do it alone
We’ll be on the shoreline cheering you on
You’re gonna make it
You’re gonna make it