The Lights
The Lights
My dream is to be in the middle of the huddle under the lights.
To be able to work towards a goal
With people I have no relation to
But feel like my extended Family
My dream is to feel like David beating Goliath
Watching the legions of fans roar up and down like the sea
Hearing the beating of the drums deafening yet silent
No one but us and them
My dream is to be in the center of the chaos under the lights
To be able to say I have what it takes.
To show everyone that hard work beats talent
My dream is to be under the lights
12 more Friday nights.
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