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Grow up, Stop looking at things so close up. I sat the bench all season of Field Hockey, Some said it's because I'm not too jockey. I watched my friends run and play, While I sat there feeling gray.
No ill words of disrespect shall part my lips about my mother For her land has raised me well Her morals carved in my soul But yet I hope
Oh America, thy love shall rain upon us. thou wings must be fixed, to fly in peace.  heavy the metals are holding you, you shall be let free. Thy people need to work as one, to achieve the max.
Just keep swimming. Just keep swimming. Catchy, cuddly, and cute. Have you considered its true meaning?   Just keep walking. Just keep walking. Not catchy, not cuddly, and not cute.
I was just another kid, bright eyed, the world was mine, till I found out, it was all a lie, not one person gives hand outs, no ones your friends, you work so hard, but you still pretend
My marching band and I reached an unscalable wall. We tried to climb over, but it's impossibly tall. It's a million feet wide, and a billion yards up.
We live in a house made of each other. If that sounds strange, That’s because it is.   Each individual person lives in their own home, While providing a piece of housing to somebody else.
Everybody likes to Win. Everyone like the Glory. But it’s ok to lose too. By losing you learn an important trait, Humility  
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Our meeting? How could I possibly describe it? In tones and words and emotions so fleeting That the memories of it would cry out for injustice Because its beauty isn't a thing
I wish the trees had just met up And said “let’s not be mean, Why must we work so awfully hard To keep our leaves so green? Why don’t we halt this tiring race, As odd as it may sound,
End Of The World  
Two teams, four each. One ball, two goals. One large, four sided polygon court   Each team supporting a color
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.
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.
They’re ungrateful; they got themselves in that position; they’re just being lazy,One man I served at a soup kitchen even said-“you spend too much time helping us; you will become one of us”.
The lies are all around, foundations piled up This appearance, a reality we choose to keep We’re shutting her out, “improving” on what was made Ripping pieces up, suffocating her
Lacrosse is my favorite sport I love running and I love to score Without lacrosse my life would be a bore I never want to quit I only want more When I am on the field I run as fast as I can
Take a second to breathe, to listen. To hear the laughing and the whispering. I get it, we all do, it's old news. I'm gay, yes it's true. Yet you don't understand, acting rude and all whack.
On the grass field you see us running, Making the goals and plays, we're cunning, Out in the hot sun,  Ponytails and buns, Yeah, soccer girls we're all so stunning.
First day of high school, I wore a dress to impress and I guess I was subjective to the people that I messed with, but it didn't stop there. People were staring at the waistline of my elastic that made me look fat.
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