Chase McBride

The Good Fight
Here I lay my headWith only the thought of all our successAre we meant to blessFull of wealth but cheap in our headsStill we blame the deadThe dark from which they fled is what we getI won't bite my tongueUntil we've all but wonSister won't you comeTo help me love someoneAll we are is oneI question all the same what I'd have doneThe day is all but doneI can feel it in my blood, it's alrightSo come on, come insideShow me the good fightHere I lay my headTo rest with all the friends that I've leftShe might look againSee that I was all she needed From Letras Mania