Thomas Berntsen

Once there was a day,
When the ball players played the whole season.
Money and contracts were not what mattered.
Little hearts were not broken,
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They placed you on a broken down bus to no where,
And told you, "Don't worry, you'll be back."
Tears rolled down from your eyes,
As you viewed your home for the last time.
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The soul rises from me,
And the face shines bright.
Then heart pumps freely now. Recalling seven thousand nights.
Looking at the stars.
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The drum, the only connection to a life that once was. Little Aaron the Drummer Boy.
The world treated him like a toy.
The world tore him down, down to the core.
But something built him up. He found hope while others all around fell into despair.
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When you're outside all alone at night,
Lift up your head.
I am with you take my hand.
Come with me to a distant star, a distant land. See the light beams way up there.
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