1.Priorities

 

He flings himself to the floor

Bullets flashing just over his head

You fling yourself to the floor

At the merest touch of a little finger

 

When he shoots, he’s trying to drop people to the floor

When you shoot you’re trying to bring people to their feet

He’s lucky if he gets twenty grand a year

You wouldn’t get out of bed for that much a week

 

He goes out for a drink with his team mates

And a car explodes on the road outside

You go out for a drink with your team mates

And spend all night signing autographs

 

He could have a very short career

So is always looking out for himself and his mates

You could have a very short career

So you greedily amass as much money as you can

 

Not many people want to pay to watch him fight

Laying down his life for his country every day

But people are happy to pay thousands each week

Just to watch you kick a ball around a field for 90 minutes

 

He is proud to serve his country, lay down his life every day,

For all of us, for practically no reward

You may decide to represent your country occasionally,

As long as the sponsor deals and the money are right

 

2.Ask yourself why?

 

You probably just want to cry and cry

But have you ever asked yourself why?

Why are you stuck in the rut

Surely there must be a ‘but’

 

Bury yourself in insecurity

Let what will be, just be

Let yourself sink even further

Like some immature learner

 

Why won’t you believe in yourself?

Believe in life itself?

Why don’t you look up not down?

Lose that permanent frown

 

Everyone else says you have lots to give

Lots of reasons to carry on to live

But deep down you don’t believe them

Just leave to them to condemn

 

Trying hard, trying my best

Even though I could do with a rest

Keep on trying to keep up the façade

That, honestly, I am working very hard.

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