Extra Time

Extra time—we're not done.
Still got breath. Still got one more run.

Ninety gone, the score still tied,
Mud on my socks, cramp in my side.
Dad grips his father's faded scarf;
I find his face across the dark.
I've missed before. He knows that too.
He raises one hand: "I'm here with you."
No perfect legs, no easy sign,
Just one more run along the line.

Heart says go, knees say no.
One deep breath. Don't let it show.

Extra time, I'm still in this.
One more run, one more risk.
Heart still beating, dream still mine.
Don't count me out—extra time.

Not done. (Not done.)
Play on. (Play on.)

Dad got laid off late last spring,
Kept the letters underneath the sink.
Said he was too old to start again;
I saw his work boots by the bin.
A neighbor knocked about a job,
He laced them up and brushed them off.
Tonight he's shouting from the side—
I hear more than the match in his cry.

Heart says go, knees say no.
One deep breath. Don't let it show.

Extra time, I'm still in this.
One more run, one more risk.
Heart still beating, dream still mine.
Don't count me out—extra time.

I nearly left my boots at home,
Afraid to be the one who failed.
Dad said, "I can't promise you the win.
But you won't do the losing on your own."

Extra time, we're still in this.
One more run, one more risk.
Hearts still beating, yours and mine.
Don't count us out—extra time.

Not done. (Not done.)
I'm here with you.

Extra time.