The Fighter

(Hey, Matthew, Steven. Um, it's fantastic to see you. But, um, I'm calling, um, to wish you a happy birthday. And, um, I'll speak to you in the next week. Thank you.)

Wake up and read the email I never wanted
The chills came, the salty rain of tears so honest
It’s in his brains, his lungs, his bones, and his blood
There’s little help for him, very few things can be done

So I pray, send a little money his way
He was always a fighter, I hope this fight can be won

I try to keep it light, I can’t lead on that it’s crushin’ me
All the feelin’s I had, like losing a dad, but mostly a friend
Well, he was the one that opened the door to my dreams
He kept up the faith, when I was in doubt he helped believe

So I pray, I send all my love his way
He was always a fighter, I hope this fight can be won

When you cross the river unknown
Everybody has got to do it alone
We’ll be on the shoreline cheering you on
You’re gonna make it
You’re gonna make it