I Am
I am the sweat and the pads
I wonder how many times I will get hit
I hear the ding that says my time is over
I see threw the salty water in my eyes
I want so badly to see the end coming for me
I am the sweat and the pads
I pretend to see through the eyes of my instructor
I feel the hurt everyone I hit feels
I touch the hearts of younger ranks in class
I worry that I might not pass to the rank
I cry the tears of pain when I get hit in the mouth
I am the sweat and the pads
I understand I have to give everything or nothing
I say it only gets better in the long run
I dream I will reach the goal many have
I try to do everything to impress the people who hold my future in their hands
I hope that they will see the hope in me and how I long to be in the top
I am the sweat and the pads
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