You step on the pitch for a match
Everthing--every, emotion, problem, dislike, love
Everything is forgotten
That is everything except the game
Not a step can be taken
Across that line
Until you can drop that weight off your back
The weight of life
Until the last whistle blows.
Inside the lines
Your teammates become family for 90 minutes
Disagreements are cast away
This is all done to take part in the beautiful game
Everything you had is gone
You must drag your feet to make it back
Outside the lines, back to reality
You left it all, all you had, on the field
You left it there for your team, for the game
Most of all you left it there
For you
"Soccer is my passion but it is not my life
I sometimes used to struggle with separating the two,
I do not anymore."
