The battle had come down to this,
One last stand,
Frozen with fear,
As the ball left his hand,
With bated breath we watched,
As it fell from the sky,
Only left to be asking,
"Why, God, why?"
We all stared in disbelief,
The vision so shocking,
The bars went quiet,
And no one was talking,
Hands went up to the head,
Faces were covered,
The dreams of a city,
To death had been smothered.
It came from the sky,
And then crashing down,
Taking with it the dreams,
Of an entire town.
He did the best he could,
The coaches had taught it,
But a broken city was left wondering...
What if he only had caught it?
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