I
know a man who is long and lanky,
strong and frankly he is poetry walking.
I know a cat who moves slow and easy,
feels what he sees and I like when he sees me.
Some don't like him,
he speaks only the truth,
he won't live in illusion,
he reads in their eyes.
He is well illuminated,
transformated,
fighting for life.
He's fighting for life.
He is fighting.
He is fighting.
Fighting for life.
I have a friend who tells it like it is,
they tell him reel it in,
he says give me one good reason.
He's gonna fill up every single minute,
gonna be no limits,
he's a fighting for life.
He's fighting for life.
He's a fighting.
Yeah, he's fighting.
Yeah,
he's fighting for life.
I know a soul that never stops a humming,
heart that keeps coming,
burning with light.
He is well illuminated, transformated,
fighting for life.
Fighting for life.
He is fighting.
He is fighting.
Fighting for life.
Fighting.
Gonna make it now.
Every minute, babe.