Heart

The game starts to slip away
The score is constantly changing,
But not in our favor

Digging deep, but its not enough,
there’s not enough time
We are going to lose

You hear more and more of your coach
His frustration being let out in words
the crowd has gone quiet

Verbally, and emotionally demoralized
You give up, you stop playing
You were beaten

In the locker room you lose hope
Your coach was disappointed
And you let him down

Later anger consumes,
not really directed at anything
It is just there

In the days that follow
Determination and drive take over
Self pride holds you to a new standard

Never will you be beaten like that again
Never will you lose to another
Always you will do what it takes to win

Motivation compels you
Pride drives you

Fischer Hazen