You step to the plate

you rise your bat 

holding within your hands your fate

as you watch the pitcher curve his hat

you crack, and watch the ball go bye

you run with the wind in your ears

you hit the base, same as the fielder a tie

as sand falls from your face like tears

you watch your coach give a sign 

then read the field to know what to do

you steal to second in a straight line

running looking down at your shoe

you score a run and hear a roar

looking back you've changed the score.

- Jacob knutson