Old memories come flooding back
When I hear kids outside at play
It takes me back to when life was about fun
Imagination ruled the day
We were the kings of the backyard courts
Slamming thunder dunks on a six foot goal
We'd launch a three and yell this is for the win
When we missed we'd yell best two out of three

We were bigger faster stronger
Than the game had seen before
Every play was for a touchdown
Every shot with one second on the clock
Wearing homemade jerseys of our hero's
We were the stars of the day
I still smile when I recall
We were bigger faster stronger than ever before

We'd line up shout random numbers and colors
A crucial part before any snap
Then with a hut we'd all run towards the end zone
It was not NFL poetry in motion
We always had the perfect play called
The outcome was never in doubt
Someone would make that one of a kind catch
That took at least five tries to make

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We loved to take the dirt diamond
Were the home run fence moved with every at bat
We'd practice head first slides into home
There was a lot of dust but we were no Pete Rose

Chorus

Bigger Faster Stonger

The Great Divide

I Need To Feel


	Moments in time captured in memories
	Those times came to an end so painfully
	The only thing left to show I care
	Is to go lay flowers down
	Since then I've never felt a love as strong
	One day there were hopes and dreams
	The next day gone suddenly
	We knew what was in each others heart
	Did we say all the words to be said

	I need to feel the pain
	Feel the truth
	For all the things i've locked outside
	I'll need to understand things
	That I may never know
	With a wary eye
	I need to feel


	Some folks say time heals all wounds
	I'm still waiting for that day
	Others say prayers will be answered
	Does that mean my faith not strong enough
	My beliefs surely put to the test
	When I've thought it was time to move on		
	My heart just couldn't let go
	Wounds that were not nearly healed
	No quick cure after all the tears



	Comparisons in my mind that I do not seek
	Complicates any chance at love those feelings still run deep
	As time goes on
	Those questions still linger
	With answers that could cause more pain
	Have I sacrificed any hope for the future
	For memories of the past

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