The Soul Jazz Era - One More Bell

The sweet is gone, but the heart remains.
I've been broken, but I still came.
Let 'em whisper that my time has passed; I'm gonna prove that I'm built to last.
I got one more fight left in these hands,
One more night to make them understand.
The fire's still burning, it never went cold.
I ain't finished 'til the story's told.
They can doubt me now,