Softball is life
When I step onto the field,
I forget about my problems...
I forget about my stress...
Because right now my team needs me.
I have to play my best.
We've practiced for hours,
For the game that we love.
We've warmed up enough times,
"THROW RIGHT TO THE GLOVE!"
When we lose,
We forget mistakes.
Practice. Practice. Practice.
Until NONE are made.
To play against me you have guts.
To play against my team you gotta be nuts!
To play against our team,
You might be outrageous...
Our game is sick, too bad its not contagious!
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