Senior Year
Senior Year
As each day goes by
I look back to the days of glory
when the relationship between brothers
were very special and holy.
To have this feeling for one another
it is the true feelings of having a brother
as we walk onto the field with determination
we look into each others eyes and seek pure domination
the clock is about to start so lets stop here
I still can’t believe its our senior year.
I have waited for this moment but it has come too soon
every week I look forward to those friday afternoons
to step on that field and shed some sweat
to play mules football with no regret
I play each play like its my last
always remembering what happened in the past.
Day in and day out I block my heart out
so when I leave the field I leave no doubt
when on the field and things get rough
we pull together and become mule tough
each game as I look into the crowd and see our community
they dress in green and gold in uniformity.
Now my senior year is close to an end
just want to thank my coaches and friends
when I say this I mean it with a passion
I want to be the team who becomes the 2013 state champions!.
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