The Night We Lost

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Years had snuck us before them

anxious for our unbeaten warrior

my fear would adhere to tears for him

the night Miguel walked out

the ring off his knee


All were me, i was us

I knew in me Mi Gente

could trust because Miguel

had never given up, although

we'd all been on the floor before


Now we've all took a loss before

and i honestly never want

to see a fight again

after all the remorse that balled

tight on the chests Miguelito wept



To see him in such a hail of blows

blowing him down the rounds

weathering hell in a juracan

shocked in too cold a scope

to keep rooting on



That night i lost my innocense in

the sense i didn't want to believe it

till proven how peaks set to regress

around viejos who seen Sanchez/Benitez

reminding us we hadn't seen the best


The night we lost

escaped the arena and wanders

on from the celebration of victory...

Upon return we of Miguel's beginnings

shall be free of his vulnerability