He stands at the plate with his heart pounding fast
The bases are loaded the die has been cast
Mom and Dad cannot help him, he stands all alone
A hit at this moment would send his team home
The ball meeets the plate, he swings and he misses
There's a groan from the crowd with some boos and some hisses
A thoughtless voice cries, "Stike out the Bum!"
Tears fill his eyes, the games no longer fun
So open your heart and give him a break
For it's moments like this, a man you can make
Keep this in mind, when you hear someone forget
He's just a little boy and not a man yet
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