Testo Winning

Once he could smile maybe happy
Fighting for his future and his destinations
There were his friends he'd rely on
Everyone had nothing but their aspirations
Soon dreaming found realization
Winning was his target with deliberation

Now he has everything, tell me why No one knows him, the veils shut out cutting the tie

So now he's made his own island
Not familiar even to his understanding
Thoughts turning sour, did he want it?
Something reassuring in his time and planning
What did he miss, needing nothing?
Seeing that it was the fighting and not the winning

No returning, no looking back, on with his way
Rising winner but falling man, gaining the day

Once he could smile maybe happy
Fighting for his future and his destinations
There were his friends he'd rely on Everyone had nothing but their aspirations
Soon dreaming found realization
Winning was his target with deliberation