“A Lone Run”

Strait out of high school, I picked my degree.
College was a callin', my answer was me.
I signed me the papers, I enrolled my being.
But the war came a callin', so I joined the Navy.

I fought like a soldier, and won to be free.
Then went back to the college, and earned my degree.
I found me a lady, and wed one evening.
Got a house with two kids, on the way will make three.

Moved up to the suburbs, nine kids all would be.
Fed each and every night, together we breathed.
We fought to keep aligned, held on so desperately.
But we grew our separate ways, moved around the country.

Made our own fulfilled careers, an accountant, carpentry.
One painter of the world, and a famous Cali.
A few of us had troubles, but we helped them indeed.
The last was my true hope, to reach prosperity.

Now I look down upon him, and see gleefully.
He still has his spirit, his pride always beams.
I wish him all the best, and I always believed.
A Lone Run would score, then taste victory.

Music and Lyrics, 2017: Peter J. Beauchemin