Red dirt turns to green grass
The chalk lines mark your path
This diamond I call home
The cheers of victory
The groans of defeat
All dependent of the umpire's yell
The pitch is live
The bat cracks with contact
The field scrambles as the ball whizzes past
There she goes
First, second, third
She's coming home
The throw is hard
She hits the ground sliding
The tag thrown down
Soon the dust clears
Silence is the only thing heard
As the umpires yells safe
The home team erupts
As the visitors pack up their gear
6-5, third out, the game is done
Here is my life and love
The family I wasn't born into
Joined together for that this one moment of victory