I'm trying to fight the good fight,
taking it one battle at a time.
My heart in my holster,
I realize I only have one more shot.

Warmth permeates my spirit,
but it doesn't fill the void.
I miss holding you close,
your head on my chest.
I miss listening to your heart beat,
and having mine race.
Longing for those instants,
when nothing seemed wrong.
An impossible search to regain those feelings.

I'm trying to fight the good fight,
taking it one battle at a time.
My heart in my holster,
I realize I have one more shot.

Things that feel this right
should never be wrong.
This love will survive all of the trials,
it will weather the storm.
This love will fulfill all hope,
it will persevere.
Hope becomes the essence,
the driving force that I have.
A hopeful search to regain those feelings.