In the quiet of the night, the memories come and go,
Of a time when strength and youth were mine,
When my fists threw like lightning,
And the crowd's roar was my only friend.
I remember a girl who watched from the shadows,
Her eyes full of dreams I never dared to chase.

The ring was my world, a stage of sweat and blood,
Where I poured my soul into every swing and miss.
The heavy bags were my companions, silent and patient,
Absorbing the force of my relentless gloves.
But the years passed like fleeting shadows,
And the blows took more than just my memories.

The fight embraced me with its cold grip,
Leaving scars and an emptiness inside.
I gave it everything, and it took even more,
Leaving only the echoes of a life I can't recall.

She loved me once, and perhaps I loved her too,
But the blows have blurred the lines of my life.
Her face is a fading photograph in my mind,
A ghost of a chance I never let myself take.
The ring was my prison, the fight my only hope,
And I lost her in the echoes of those brutal nights.

Now my strength has faded, my glory turned to dust,
I sit alone with faded shadows of what was.
The fight gave me nothing but a weary soul,
And the years have taken their toll.

If I could turn back time, I'd trade the roar and pain,
For the quiet whispers of a love I never felt.
But the past is a distant shore that I can never reach,
A lesson learned too late, a love lost in time.

The fight embraced me with its cold grip,
Leaving scars and an emptiness inside.
I gave it everything, and it took even more,
Leaving only the echoes of a life I can't recall.

In the twilight of my days, I find a bitter peace,
Knowing the fight took everything, and left me incomplete.
But somewhere in the silence, I hear her gentle voice,
A reminder of a life, a love, and a choice.