No one could keep hope alive when all they saw were wounds and woes.
They remember when it went south, one instance when you're down
dust had settled, you moved out of town.
You surrendered, then you found out
It's a crap out, a dead man's hand, a blink in a stare;
It's lights out, an unmade plan, some bees in your hair.
Do we get no points for the try?
They will all testify that everything falls around you.
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"The Try" as written by Benjamin West Michael Busbee
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