Hawg73
Mediocre with flashes of brilliance
- Joined
- Nov 26, 2002
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- Gumdrop house on Lollipop Ln.
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My take on Drew's homecoming:
Return of a Favored Son
They say that you can't go home again and the road goes ever on
But return you must again - to see if where you left is gone
And sadly many times it seems a different place we find
And those out of our sight are sometimes also out of mind
But we keep a special place for some, and never can forget
The ones whose exit you rejoice or those that you regret
The ones who made a difference and the ones who left their mark
Or coaxed a raging bonfire from a tiny fading spark
But now the page is turned and a new chapter has begun
And (still) balls leave Drew's fingertips like bullets from a gun
But he rules another kingdom now and serves another crown
And burns the midnight oil and plots of ways to take us down
Now friendship has its limits and there's business to attend
His schemes - they must be countered and his playoff dreams must end
Ended here and now - and in the place they once began
And witnessed by the people who once thought he was the man
Now the torch has surely passed on - and time waits for no one
Not the rabble or the nameless, nor the King's most favored son
The echoed cheers will rain down - annointing his once-sainted brow
Will he turn his back on them or acknowledge them somehow?
For here is where he made his name - and his story still unfolds
And his darts that once were aimed at Troy now target Price and Moulds
And try as Bledsoe might there still are things he can't forget
But the tale is in the telling and his tale is not done yet
And Sunday we will look down and see our former chosen one
As he casts a shadow lengthened by the cold December Sun
That shadow that could rise up and still consume us all
Or disappear without a trace as he takes another fall
The devil that you know sometimes will best the one you don't
It's possible he'll beat us - but more likely that he won't
My guess is he'll be buried - 'neath a blue and silver tide
Then scrape himself up off the turf and out of town he'll ride
But while he's here I hope he takes some time to look around
At last year's flag and good King Kraft's new stately castle grounds
While Drew may have his regrets - you just know he'll never quit.
He need not hang his head because he's part of all of it.
My take on Drew's homecoming:
Return of a Favored Son
They say that you can't go home again and the road goes ever on
But return you must again - to see if where you left is gone
And sadly many times it seems a different place we find
And those out of our sight are sometimes also out of mind
But we keep a special place for some, and never can forget
The ones whose exit you rejoice or those that you regret
The ones who made a difference and the ones who left their mark
Or coaxed a raging bonfire from a tiny fading spark
But now the page is turned and a new chapter has begun
And (still) balls leave Drew's fingertips like bullets from a gun
But he rules another kingdom now and serves another crown
And burns the midnight oil and plots of ways to take us down
Now friendship has its limits and there's business to attend
His schemes - they must be countered and his playoff dreams must end
Ended here and now - and in the place they once began
And witnessed by the people who once thought he was the man
Now the torch has surely passed on - and time waits for no one
Not the rabble or the nameless, nor the King's most favored son
The echoed cheers will rain down - annointing his once-sainted brow
Will he turn his back on them or acknowledge them somehow?
For here is where he made his name - and his story still unfolds
And his darts that once were aimed at Troy now target Price and Moulds
And try as Bledsoe might there still are things he can't forget
But the tale is in the telling and his tale is not done yet
And Sunday we will look down and see our former chosen one
As he casts a shadow lengthened by the cold December Sun
That shadow that could rise up and still consume us all
Or disappear without a trace as he takes another fall
The devil that you know sometimes will best the one you don't
It's possible he'll beat us - but more likely that he won't
My guess is he'll be buried - 'neath a blue and silver tide
Then scrape himself up off the turf and out of town he'll ride
But while he's here I hope he takes some time to look around
At last year's flag and good King Kraft's new stately castle grounds
While Drew may have his regrets - you just know he'll never quit.
He need not hang his head because he's part of all of it.
