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| An Athlete�s Dream #4 An athlete�s dream Brings his face a smile But the athlete�s life Is filled only of beguile The beguile that brings The athlete a frown The frown that is caused By the coach�s letdown The coach that keeps telling The athlete he�s needed The coach that keeps lying And is being conceded And always again The athlete is told That he�s a sure thing And his hands are of gold And when the game comes And the team is in trouble The coach looks around Giving only a mumble �Will anyone play� The great coach dispels As he looks at the athlete The athlete�s heart swells The athlete sings out Yes coach, I�ll play But the athlete again Is thrown away An athlete�s dream Brings his face a smile But the athlete�s life Is filled only of beguile May future athletes have better luck than I. |
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| Before Their Time #5 Sometimes they�re taken Before their right time And everyone knows They�ve done no real crime While on this earth They�ve brought us great pleasure The children have loved them Way far beyond measure The Lord just decides They�ve done their due time And the time has come For them brightly to shine The reasons for leaving Are things we don�t know The Lord has his reasons Even though they don�t show The time they have spent here Seems only to short But the memories they leave here Bring tears of all sorts The tears that we cry Of the loved ones quick death Are tears that we know Won�t bring them warm breath So why do we cry These tears of great sorrow Because we all know A quiet morning will follow |
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| Who Am I #6 Who am I This boy you see No one knows So stop judging me This boy you see May never frown But deep inside He�s of no crown This boy you see Has a past unknown So how could you Even pretend to condone This boy has had trials Regardless your thought And has overcome them And lessons were taught But of these great lessons Of which memory�s retained Nobody knows Of the intelligence gained So as you sit Thinking �what an odd child� Did it ever occur Maybe his past has been wild Maybe this boy Of which you don�t know Has had his past battles And received his fair blows I tell you right now He�s had his fair share So don�t you rebuke him Oh, don�t you dare |
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