The Football Team
Theres two sides to evry story they say.
Thats true. I can visualize this day
The two sides of my life. I may lay
In my bed thinking of the great way
I have lived and how its been A-OK.
My friends deserted me, but thats alright.
Ive made new ones that stay in sight.
When the going got tough, they quickly took flight.
I have a grand time reflecting at night.
During the day, I lift things with all my might.
Choices I made call for my new friend Jack.
Hes trying real hard to separate me from crack.
I listen real hard as his mouth goes yackety yack.
Its hard to believe how fast my life got off-track.
Oh wait, its all because I wanted to turn time back.
Reality, you see, is really quite diffrent.
New struggles, no, there arent. Bent
Down in pain, I scream, just to vent.
I grasp the wall to move around the apartment.
This method is how I always went.
I never chose to live this way, but someone
Else wanted me this way. I just cant run,
Or catch the ball. My role on the team isnt none.
Its to think how we can get the game won.
To this end, my job will never be done.
Theres different parts on the football team,
And to play the runner, for me itd seem
Id have to go back, but from what I seen
Thats a place I wouldnt want to be.
Ill play the part Ive been given on Gods football team.
James Sander-Cederlof August, 2008