In the clearing stands a boxer and a fighter by his trade,
She looks like a boxer, with her swollen eyes and her robe. She is also a fighter and she took her lumps and came out swinging, so to speak. The crowd is cheering Babe. The bell has rung, let's see some dung.
And he carries the reminders of every glove that laid him down,
Or cut him 'til he cried out in his anger and his shame,
"I am leaving, I am leaving."
But the fighter still remains.
The Boxer - Simon and Garfunkle