My cleats on the field, the smell of grass
With my friends, my family, my teammates,
Here, I can escape the pressures of class
Chasing after the feeling it creates
The bat cacks and I run fast to the base
The ball is soaring and I'm rounding third
I could have been out, but that's not the case
My ball flew over the fence like a bird
Unfortunatley, nothing lasts forever
The game must end and I'm alone again
I just want to play, I'm like a craver
I'm already ready for our next win
For now, all I think about is softball
And I will, until the ump calls "Play Ball!"
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