• Twas fourth and 9 with a minute to go
    The ground was cold for their was snow
    I had to go- was my time
    Thought to myself it would be fine
    The ball was hiked, the play was ran
    Couldnt hear the music of the band


    I threw the ball to the end of the zone
    Soon I'll be resting opon a human throne
    Touchdown,Touchdown thats all i could think
    But all it took was just one blink
    The crowd was hush everything was still


    The ball was droped the game was over
    We fled the field in a flock of sorrow
    I wanted , i needed that game so bad
    But their will always be a tomarrow
    Whether it be next month,next year whatever the time
    For i will prime, next overtime