My Queen of Diamonds


You give me courage and the ability to fight
With hope and strength in the bottom of the ninth
You are my home run, you are my grand slam
Against all odds, in the batter's box I stand
With joy and excitement as I step on in
You are my fireworks in a walk-off win
You're the loop to my curve and bite to my sinker
The crack to my bat and my hit on a dinker
You're my cheer when we win, and tear when we lose
The hurt in my hit by pitch, and the comfort to my bruise
You're my first-round pick, and my number-one love
You're the key to my franchise, my angel in the outfield, sent from above

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