The Game That Calls
The Game That Calls
Basketball…
Teach me to score with ease
Teach me to play as a team
Occupy my time for free
Always keep me out the streets
Relieve my depression
No more oppression
A reason to fight through pain
A reason to apply my brain
Oh Savior Basketball
Where there was doubt you showed me hope
Hope that I would one day be able to float
No more sunken ships and no more drunken trips
Extinguished despair and put family there
A family of fighters with no true fear
Answered questions and sought happiness in us all
Basketball…
The game that would always call
The End.
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