Riding the pine, alone on the bench
But this love, isn’t over yet
The wins, the losses, the points, and score
Sitting here but I need more
Being here on love’s sideline
To win the game, to make her mine
I want and need; I do and say
Let me in the game to play
Second string and not the starter
I wonder why I even bother
Losing, taking one for the team
While he plays with the girl of my dreams
Call it hope, for him to lose?
Or maybe she will have to choose
May I be picked to love someday?
She and I might get to play
Injured reserve, my heart to break
Could be a risk or a mistake
Love’s a rough and tumble game
Is she different or the same?
Whining and crying, love’s injured ward
Everyone sees this boy’s scoreboard
But loving her, still I stay
If I’m to win, I have to play
The greatest fan, of her life
But it was love, at first sight
Needed a chance to make the team
More than thoughts, more than dreams
For when I take the field… again
On that day, we might just win
“I love you” I’ll hear her say
Something real and not just play
I’ve never been a player or star
Won the girl or a heart
But try, try, and try again
To play the game, get off the bench
So I ask with this small hope
Let me off the bench coach
I love her more than yesterday
Give me a chance and let me play
Copyright © 2011, Will A. Bradford Jr. All rights reserved.