Push Your Boundaries

 

X(yz+1): I’ve been called out looking, I’ve gone chasing something wild, I’ve stood there with the bases loaded, And missed it by a mile. But here’s the thing about tomorrow, It don’t remember yesterday. It just hands you one more morning…

THIS AIN’T BASEBALL:

 

I swung hard at twenty-five,
Missed something I was sure I’d hit,
Took another shot at thirty
And made a bigger mess of it.
I’ve chased a few bad pitches,
Watched some good ones passing by,
Spent some years just standing there
Afraid to even try.

But nobody rang a final bell,
Nobody called my name
I woke up the next morning
And found I was still in the game.

So I picked myself up,
Knocked the dirt off my pride,
Grabbed another piece of courage
And took one more step inside.

THIS AIN’T BASEBALL

Three strikes don’t mean you’re through.
You can swing and miss a hundred times
And still come back for two-oh-one.
There ain’t no umpire in this life
Who gets to send you on your way
As long as you keep walking to the plate,
YOU’RE STILL IN THE GAME.

Yeah, failure keeps the score
Only if you let it write your name.
This ain’t baseball
YOU’RE STILL IN THE GAME!

Maybe love went down swinging,
Maybe business hit the dirt,
Maybe you believed in someone
Who taught you how betrayal hurts.
Maybe that dream you bet your life on
Never made it out the gate,
Maybe you finally found your courage
Twenty years too damn late.

Well, late ain’t the same as never,
And losing ain’t the end,
Sometimes all that failure does
Is teach you how to swing again.

You don’t need a perfect record,
You don’t need an easy game
You just need enough damn stubbornness
To walk back up again.

THIS AIN’T BASEBALL

Three strikes don’t mean you’re through.
You can swing and miss a hundred times
And still come back for two-oh-one.
There ain’t no umpire in this life
Who gets to send you on your way
As long as you keep walking to the plate,
YOU’RE STILL IN THE GAME.

Yeah, failure keeps the score
Only if you let it write your name.
This ain’t baseball
YOU’RE STILL IN THE GAME!

I’ve been called out looking,
I’ve gone chasing something wild,
I’ve stood there with the bases loaded
And missed it by a mile.

But here’s the thing about tomorrow
It don’t remember yesterday.
It just hands you one more morning…

SO WALK BACK TO THE PLATE!

THIS AIN’T BASEBALL!
THREE STRIKES DON’T MEAN YOU’RE THROUGH!
Fall seven times, get up eight
There’s still another swing in you.

Let yesterday keep counting strikes,
Let somebody else keep score
If you’re breathing, if you’re standing,
YOU CAN WALK UP THERE ONCE MORE.

No umpire gets the final word,
No failure owns your name
AS LONG AS YOU KEEP WALKING TO THE PLATE,
YOU’RE STILL IN THE GAME!

STILL IN THE GAME!
(Take another swing!)
STILL IN THE GAME!
(Get back up again!)
STILL IN THE GAME!

Three strikes?

Hell… I’ve had thirty.

AND I’M STILL IN THE GAME!

 

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