November 25, 2006 12:21 AM
so a champion is one who reaches and keeps an eye on the goal and never falters even though the road is rough and the wind is cold. the path unfolds one foot on the road at a time. and there is no hot cup of cocoa and a warm bath drawn nor back rub for me when i return home from the fight , but at least i have a home. there is no one to warm the bed or breathe upon my shoulder but i close my eyes anyway and dream. i am living for the moment under the hot lights with you and your guitar.