Three o'clock is the witching hour,
Stay up until then, And then wake up,
Put your clothes on and take a shower,
Go to your work or school if, you're a child,
Determine what to wear,
Whether the weather is hot or mild,
Go on with your repetitive day,
Go back home eat dinner,
You shouldn't forget to pray,
Go to the bathroom from here and there,
Go on with the day without a worry or care,
Go up in your room listen to music,
You've got this extraordinary talent,
And you are yet to use it,
You don't even know what it really is,
You know it has to do with fighting,
Not physical fighting but fighting in writing,
A punch is a verb, Blood an adjective,
Fight is the noun, Purpose is to live,
So you get yourself a notebook,
And keep on writing in it,
Each day you take another look,
And edit your writing, Or should I say "fighting",
The words keep on spilling out,
Relative to a fury in a fight,
You keep it up till you just want to write...
