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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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