Round one wasn’t what I thought it’d be
Round two I’m struggling to breath
3, 4, 5, 6, 7 times I wondered why I stepped inside this ring
I may be knocked down and bruised
But I’m here to tell you
That I may be knocked down but not for the count
1,2,3,4
So take me one more round
I’ll just keep fighting
One more round
You’re messing me up but I’m still here
One more round I’ll come out swinging
One more round
I’m telling you now I’m not gonna lose it
It’s so hard to get up off the floor again
But I know that victory is when
I’m pushing through the pain that tries to feed me lies that I won’t reach the end
I may be bloodied and so bruised
But I’m here to tell you
That I may be knocked down but not for the count
1,2,3,4
So take me one more round I’ll just keep fighting one more round
You’re messing me up but I’m still here
One more round
I’ll come out swinging
One more round
– Barlow Girl, One More Round
Excellent…keep fighting!..this reminds me of the reply I have been thinking of to your previous post – the one that said in depression there is no hope for it to end…that’s one of the lies of depression…that it will never end. How many people have considered suicide, felt hopeless and dark and despairing and that relief would never come through anything but death…and then woke up the next day to find the sun was shining and they were glad they didn’t listen to the lies of the depression of the day before? There is always hope.