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,
...
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.
...
The soul rises from me,
And the face shines bright.
Then heart pumps freely now. Recalling seven thousand nights.
Looking at the stars.
...
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.
...