What Basketball Means to Me

When in doubt just think about
All the days you've been without
A basketball in your hand

If you couldn't run or barely stand
'Cause in every way I dread the day when they will say,
"You're too old to play"

It's been there every step of the way
Through thick and thin, either way
I hold it in my hands, and my problems seem to fade away

Time and more time is all it takes
To help me through my worst mistakes
I never seem to be perfect
In fact, I've never heard of it

The sweat, tears, aches and the glory
They never seem to get boring
I think of how lucky I am to be
The champion my supporters see

So don't give up, it's never your last chance
To hold a basketball in your hands
Prove them wrong and don't give in
Because the love doesn't just come from the fans, it comes from within

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