A dead end road is what leads me to my field of dreams where I stand before you.
But my score, high in hopes of winning the game, the forsaken
The crowd roars as to buy their redemption
A once followed path now condemned.
Play by play, I choke upon the opportunities washed away,
As if I never had passed judgment before.
The rightfully accused now freed and walking.
Chained by my commitment I bear a cross that falls.
Oh my Pilot stand up for what is right through this enduring fight.