This little girl just couldn’t skate
Her mind just couldn’t picture
Her mom had failed so it was her
the one to make them richer
The girl who lost the warmth between
those thick layers of ice
forgot the playground and her friends
She lost them to her vice
So luck wore different colors on
the day she “broke a leg”
the cast she had was lighter than
the life her mom did beg
Don’t try to mold me anymore
just stop there for my sake
If I can’t bend beyond this point
It means I’ll simply break
This little boy just couldn’t throw
His mind just couldn’t picture
Sadly his father as a coach
wanted a starting pitcher
He said the boy had a strong arm
He just needed some grips
Coincidently when he stopped
playing he broke some ribs
I wouldn’t break the door to life
I’ll try to find some spare keys
As for the boy if you might ask
He’s playing for the Yankees
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