Would It Still Be a Given

We had an evening game
‘Bout two in the afternoon
It was the final match it the tournament
It was destined to be good

I had played good for all the games
But an injury came
Determined to steal my fame
It was my ankle that was plagued
I would end up having to beg

An injury that would take the team down
I still got it taped, assured coach it was alright
But on the bench he kept me tight
I got in for five minutes
But not enough to save my team
I kept warming up, but still not a sign
That he’d let me save
The team I loved

An injury that would take the team down
I still got it taped, assured coach it was alright
But on the bench he kept me tight
I got in for five minutes
But not enough to save my team
I kept warming up, but still not a sign
That he’d let me save
The team I loved
The end came near
As I sat on the bench
Knowing I would not go in
I looked at the ref as he looked at his watch
He blew his whistle, the end had came

I felt something come up
From deep with in
Couldn’t help what would end up
As a sad little hymn
I jumped off the bench
Onto my knees
And looked at the grass
With the look of defeat
The tears came out
Could not keep them in
But the worst would come
From my own team

As we went for our awards
Two team mates would say
“You cry like a baby,
You stupid coward”

The final one-two punch
Nearly knocked me out
My own two team mates
Left me out in the dirt

No support like before
When winning was a given
We lose a final game
And players with no souls start appearin’

We get our awards
Silver never suits the soul
As most players go home
I stay still just looking
Just thinking what would have happened
If I would have gone in
Would victory still be sweet?
And still a given.

by emocutcut
posted on 04/30/2007