Every day I get pushed around where do I go
I never know, I could go to a glove or to a
crowd but it’s not fun for me what is the outside
world is it colorful and bright or dull and gloomy
I thought I would never know until one day
the field was ready and it start as the blue says
¨ Play Ball¨ First pitch the hitter sends me soaring
In the air but I didn’t stop at the crowd I kept going so
far until I was out I was free I wasn’t just a BALL I was something
more whatever I wanted Finally FREE