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THE SOURCE OF MY SOUL



I live for the feeling of frozen wind blowing on my face
The feeling of scoring a game winning goal
of the gloves being thrown off your hands in the moment of victory
I live for the feeling I get when I walk a d-man
Of when the crowd goes wild
I live to dig in the corners
To make that pretty pass from behind the net
I live for the feeling I get when I go the bench after scoring a goal
For the “cele” I do on the way there
I live for the feeling of walking out of the locker room
Seeing my parents full of pride
Mom full of compliments
Dad full of wisdom
Always there to tell you what you did wrong
I live for the passion of the game
The thrill I get from just stepping on the ice
I live for the locker room
The conversations
The commodore
The love
The trust
I live for the passion I have for the greatest game on earth
I live for the chance to escape from all that surrounds me and play the game I love
The game that makes me who I am
The game that has defined me
The reason I breathe
The reason I wake up
The game that has given me highs
And many lows
But is always there
The game that can make me forget
That takes me away
That makes me smile
Makes me cry
The game that consumes my heart
The game that is my thoughts
My dedication
That holds all of my dreams
The game that I love
That without I would not be the same
Cause when I step onto that ice
I am in control
It is my universe
It is all up to me
Sometimes it doesn’t work out
Puck doesn’t bounce your way
But you keep fighting
Keep playing
Keep digging
And it’ll bounce your way soon enough
I’ve dedicated myself to this game
Give it all of me when I play
Because it has given me all that I feel inside
I live to play the game I love
I live to play the game of hockey