The clock starts and 12 minutes pass by.
Thrown up in the air,
Then hitting the ground
The ball was caught.
Back in the air it goes again,
What is the next move?

We pass it to many different hands,
The life we live carries way too much
And we’re just throwing it all away,
The ball contains our future beyond this point,
What if we lost it?
Our dreams would come crashing down.

The ball is thrown across the court,
Throwing it up into the hoop.
As it swirls around the net
It is showing me that my dreams are possible,
The game is over, the buzzer has gone off.
The ball falls and it feels like a big failure.

You then slam the ball down,
On the court where we all rest.
Our dreams inside are broken,
We walk away in silence
Wondering if we will ever
Get another chance.