Hockey

From the very first moment I saw them all,
I knew that this was who I wanted to be.
With my eyes wide open, looking around,
"Does everyone else see what I see?"

This is my life. It means the world to me.
This is my love, who I'm meant to be.
This is the calling of my destiny
This is me.
Hockey.

I sit on the porch and think of that night.
I was standing so close to fame.
He looked at me. I swear he glanced.

This is so much more than a game.

With a spray of snow and a spit on the ice,
He took the faceoff with pride.
He didn't even look back twice
As he flew to the offending side.

He passed it to Skinner who handled the puck
And carried it up the seam.
I pressed my eyes shut, just hoping for luck
And then I heard the crowd scream.

I jumped in unison with the crowd.
Sirens blasting the stadium dome.
I'd never heard anything quite so loud.

I knew I was finally home.

Hockey has been in me all along.
I just needed to know my own name,
To be able to see it was calling ME,

To see this is more than a game.

So I've said it before, and I'll say it again.
I'd tell the whole world without shame
This is the calling that comes from my heart.

This will always be more than a game.