The crack of the helmets
the grunt of the men
the sound of the crowds
deafening noise ringing in his head

This was it
one last shot
his number is called
he's has to give all hes got

there's the snap;
he runs
here's the throw;
he turns

The sounds fade,
the lights dim,
the ball slows
time stopped for him

He clears his mind
and focuses on the ball
and when he grabs it
he braces for his fall

The lights grew bright
the crowd get loud
He was the hero, he thought
as he looks at the board

but to his dismay
No time left
and the score did not change

Your love wasn't the kind
that knocked me off my feet;
I still stood tall

Your love wasn't the kind
That made me stumble;
I still felt strong

But your love
has grown on me,
And I can't escape

I dream at night
of what would happen
if your love should leave

I would be left to face
the world on my own and,
I am certain I would fall

Because without your love
to help keep me tall,
I will get knocked off my feet

Without your love
to keep me stong,
I will stumble

Heartaches by moonlit streets    
Two hearts walking, part ways
Both with shuffling feet
Both wishing the other would stay

Mistakes taken to heart
With fragile minds at stake
Like being lost without a chart
So words to a heart did make

Wounds too deep to mend
By a sharp tongue spoken
To a confused mind condemned
By a heart mistakenly broken

Heartaches by moonlit streets
Two hearts walking, part ways
Both with shuffling feet
And so it ends this day