Pressure, Cassidy Shay [best way to read books .TXT] 📗

Opening the season
Against your rival
Pretty much means
You fight for survival

Still heavy on your feet
You haven't found your groove
When the ball is kicked
You force yourself to move

Pressure, pressure
On the field
And in the stands
It never yields

Second half
And you're down by six
They score again
And you wanna call it quits

Down the field
You follow the ball
The whole time listening
For that whistle's call

It's hot and humid
Too miserable to play
You would talk to your peers
But there's nothing to say

Fourth quarter, now
And you score again
Only your second one
Before the bad calls rained

You listen closely
And hear your Fight Song
Rising in the crowd
But you still haven't won

Pressure, pressure
On the field
And in the stands
It never did yield.

Text: Cassie Hoene
Publication Date: 08-27-2011

All Rights Reserved