Winning — Gentle Giant

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