Line so long it looped around the corner,
only one shot to reserve your spot.
Best players grouped from the start,
their confidence was like that of Tony Stark.
Every man for himself was the mentality,
would I be the one to make the cut?

Everybody hoping they could be the one,
I was born to run, I was born for this.

Laced up the cleats from the get go,
for the man with the whistle was waiting.
“Let me see your dribbling technique.”
“Let me see your shot power.”
“Let me see your pass accuracy.”
The clipboard between him and the players,
nobody knows what the old man writes,
except that he can make us or he can break us.

Everybody hoping they could be the one,
I was born to run, I was born for this.

As we quickly approach the finish,
I try to light the fire in my legs,
so I can fight to do myself right.
The list was on the last door to the left.
I am a golden daffodil emerging after the cold winter,
my new beginning after making the team.

Everybody hoping they could be the one,
I was born to run, I was born for this.