The Champion

The night seems darker in the room
With the lights turned off while he waits for sleep
That will not come
He finally rises after hours of useless tossing
And starts the coffee
Another day begins at three in the morning
And he wonders how long the body can go on without sleep
Days and days it seems so far
With a coffee in hand he goes outside where it’s finally warm enough to smoke
And waits for the sun to rise in the east
It seems he will wait a long long time
A pot of coffee and a pack of cigarettes serve as his breakfast
The breakfast of broken champions
Who’ve seen the glory and seen it go away
And yet there remains a sliver of hope in every man
Even those who have been beaten down time and again
And a breakfast of broken champions
Is better than no breakfast at all
Sing out a cheer for the winners who’ve lost their way
And wait to find it again
So that they might sleep at night