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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required [Verse 1] I was safe inside a wooden box, Fresh and clean, no scars or knocks, Never knew what lay outside, Till someone grabbed me, threw me wide. [Verse 2] Then came a crack that broke my soul, Sent me flying out of control— Over fences, into the crowd, Lost in cheers, I’m nowhere now. [Pre-Chorus] I didn’t know what I was for, Just flying faster than before. [Chorus] Then he hit me, sent me sky-high, Over the fence, into the sky, Past the crowd’s loud roar and spark— Out of the game, right out of the park. Tossed and battered, bruised and torn, No clue if I was lost or born, But in that chaos, hands so small Caught me steady, saved it all. [Verse 3] I’d felt the dirt, the glove’s hard squeeze, The smacks and slides that brought me to my knees, But never knew what any of it meant, Till he held me close, my torment spent. His eyes were bright, his smile true, No crowd, no score, just something new— A quiet warmth, a soft embrace, A brand-new world, a safer place. [Pre-Chorus] I didn’t know what love could be, Till he showed it gently holding me. [Bridge] I was just a ball, beat and worn, Thrown around, left tired and torn, But sometimes breaking free from pain Leads to a place you’ll call your own again. Out of the box, out of the dark, Into the hands that healed my heart— A home run found me in that park, Not just a ball... a beating heart. [Final Chorus] Then he hit me, sent me sky-high, Over the fence, into the sky, Past the crowd’s loud roar and spark— Out of the game, right out of the park. Tossed and battered, bruised and torn, No clue if I was lost or born, But in that chaos, hands so small Caught me steady, saved it all. [Outro – soft spoken] Out of the park... Into a friend’s heart.
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