A Ball and a Dream
Most of you know not his name
He runs the court, yet still no fame
All he owns is a ball and a hoop
If you’ve seen this kid play, you'd know he’s no fluke
The game is his life and all that he loves
To get to the top he must push and shove
The game itself has been his savior
Over the years he’s put in hard labor
Never speaking a word about his talents
Keeping family and ball in an equal balance
Ball is his life and all that he’s got
Life without ball? He’d rather be shot
Keeps the score high, and his dreams even higher
But you won’t see his face on a billboard or flier
Blood, Sweat, and Tears is what’s got him here
Yet he still has no crowd, still no one to cheer
He hates losing more than he like’s winning
He’s the best on the court and he’s only beginning
He has high hopes for making an NBA team
But for now all he has is a ball and a dream
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