Thirteen points of light to brighten up my day
In three short months they quickly fade away
Darkness once again descends upon my room
I then re-enter my world of pain, dread and gloom
Eyes that sparkled brightly, voices shrill and loud
I briefly joined their family, for that I stand most proud
Must all things of joy, be of the transitory
Is a moment in the sun, our one brief shot at glory?
We stood on the field, hand on hand on hand
Diverse backgrounds yes, but united we did stand
Our battles were fought, with glove and bat and ball
The odds were stacked against us, yet we still stood tall
Now one day this summer, I shall drive by that field
And the tears from my eyes will surely reject yield
Then on that night I’ll scan the skies for thirteen stars
Amidst the stifling summer heat and roar of passing cars
Their names and their numbers etched into my brain
And I’ll pray for winter’s day, to see them once again
Many nights I’ll suffer pain with scant relief
Reunion with the Lady Vikes must strengthen my belief
With the tools of our trade, will again stand hand in hand
And take the field, win or lose, a tightly knitted band
I will not fail to fight my way, never losing sight
Of sparkling eyes and voices loud…thirteen points of light
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