“Alright boys, put the balls in the bag, practice is over”
“Before you all go, I have some tragic news to tell you, “ coach said while trying to keep his composure
I wondered, what could it possibly be
was he just going to make us run laps? Beats me
One of our former teammates has recently passed away
Its magical the emotions that silence can portray
We walked into his house, holes covered the wall
Sadness and pain that’s hard to recall
You had to be tough, I said, as I tried to keep my eyes dry
However, everyone knew we just wanted to cry
Why him, he was only ten
Our time will come, and it’s scary we never know when
We wore his name on our badge, remembering him every game
We played for his fame, he was the fire lighting our flame
That season we all had a feeling he was with us
He wasn’t just someone buried in dust
As the whistle blew, and as we all began to celebrate
We came together and I guess it was gust faith
We leave this world making an impact, we aren’t just here then dead
Remember that tonight, when you lay down in bed
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