Alone At The Plate
She pulls on the helmet, picks up the bat
And walks to the plate, "Gotta hit and that's that".
The crowd starts to yell, the game's on the line,
Last inning, two outs, the score's nine to nine.
Dad yells,"Go get it," Mom wrings her hands,
Coach hollers, "Hit it!" but alone there she stands.
Heroes are made in seconds such as this,
But she's just a little girl, what if she should miss?
Years after this game's ended and she's little no more,
Will she remember the outcome or even the score?
No, she'll have forgotten if she was out, hit, or a run,
She'll only look back on her friends and the fun.
So cheer this girl on, alone with her fate;
Help her remember with fondness, this stand at the plate.
Spend your time wisely and help in her quest,
To be a hitter with confidence and always her best.
And when the game's over, this girl can stand tall,
For you helped her prepare to give it her all.
Wanna Head Home?¿?