My Life, My fight...

What is my life, if not but a fight,
I fight for my right, but what is that right.

Is it the right to fight, or perhaps a right to be a light.

To face each day and each night, with the might,
That someday, some way I might go beyond my fight.

Can I have such a right, to live a life without my fight,
Or am I to fight for my right to live life with all my might.

Why, why must I find the way,
Why can’t I just get away.

I want to live free, I want to live right,
I want to be away from my endless night.

I want a life, without this pain,
This pain that will not die, the pain of never knowing why.

Why oh why must I go on, to go on and on without end.
A never ending night, my never ending fight.

I come and go with each night, and in each night,
I fight.

I have but one life, I have but one right,
My right, my life, is the fight against the night.