In my hands i hold a key,
to the door of the heart,
is what they told me,
in my eyes i have the sight,
to see the secrets hiddin in the world
is what they told me
in my mind is the ability to think
past all the problems and puzzles i need to solve
is what they told me
in the palm of my hand all i held was a ball
when it hit the ground it came back to my hand
in my eyes all i saw was hoop and a net
to high to reach cuz the muscles i had weren't quite set
in my mind all thought was i can never reach the rim
its to far to throw and to high to grab
but i persevered past my first years and first fears
YOU CAN NEVER SUCCEED YOU DONT STAND A CHANCE
is what THEY told me
YOUR TO SHORT YOU CANT PLAY YOU DONT HAVE THE SKILL
is what THEY told me
but i fought on till now im in highschool
on my body is a jersey with the name of my highschool
in my hand is a ball and in my mind is a goal
these things combined with my eyes to guide me make me whole
and now i realize, i hold a key to my ability
ill be the best there is F**K THE REST OF EM
i can be what i want not just do what i can
i am the king and i will be the man
THATS WHAT I TOLD ME
you said a 'profound' mouthful. that's what i'll tell you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
You hold the most persistant key! So you are bound to open all doors! of hearts and.......anywhere else you wish!