My feet are covered up in mud
my legs are shaking with the weight they're holding
tired from the constant sprinting
chasing men so tall
My hands are waving in the air
drawing on the eyes of others searching
for someone to release a certain
burden towards my wall.
But as the throw is set in action
and my eyes find this attraction
my arms do not react in time
and the football slips and falls
Now my feet and face are dirty
and my legs and arms are hurting
and my pride is surely broken
like an injured china doll
But a gentle word is spoken
with such very soft emotion
and my soul becomes replenished
so I once again stand tall
Then another chance is granted
with strengthened heart I reach to grab it
and my finger tips just touch it
and twirl it to my palm
The winning point I've cradled
but it's you who've made me able
with the gentle words of hope you spoke
"Next time, just catch the ball!!!"
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