Brent Funkhouser - Not Much a Fighter

Cat's out of the bag now
The war's had a heavy cost
Still not ready to call it lost
Not much a fighter
But I know you're a worthy cause
So I'll sharpen up my claws

I'm not Thesius or any Argonaut
I'm not now and I wasn't then
But when you're standing here beside me
I have the strength of a hundred men

In the day to day
You made me feel so small and so weak
I used to turn the other cheek
But now I've locked eyes
With the face of sure defeat
But you better believe I will compete

I know you're not short on plenty
Always had enough to fill your cup
But should you find that chalice empty
These rough hands will hold you up

Not much a fighter
But I know you're a worthy cause
So I'll sharpen up my claws

Written by:
Brent Funkhouser

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