ISO "Night of Snow"


Focus on sport, let your mind relax as your cleats cut the grass

Focus on kickboxing leading each punch to the next, fighting with correct stance

Make sure you empty your mind as you catch each pass

Make sure you're light on feet, like you dance

Watch yourself grow so you can surpass

As you never know this may be your last chance


Stop with the sports and focus on school

If you waste this time you’ll never have enough to succeed

What do you think that sports make you cool?

How will you be the best if you don’t exceed?

I don’t mean to be cruel

I just don't want you to be in need


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