Jamie Grace - Fighter Lyrics
Seven bucks an hour, bills stacked on the counterGot a baby on the way they'll have to feedHis pride is getting torn down, his confidence is worn outThis ain't the way he dreamed that it would beBut he won't ever ask whyBut he made up his mindHe's a fighterGot that fireWhen they thought he'd fade awayThrows a fist upAs he gets upFeelin stronger everydayWhen he gets down on his knees he finds the courage to believeHe's a fighter' his a fighterWho inspires... me...