Ode to Sharapova's Racket

Closed up in a case My little friend lies there To be picked up and played Just wait, I know that she was made To hit the winning ball She is like a sister to me I don't know what I would do without her If she have died, I'd die with her I remember when I laid my hands upon her That was the day that she was born to run the sweat out of that person She made me rougher, tougher, stronger My hope is here and all the dreams come true because of her She's like a magician, always there for me!