Summers are the Coldest

A season arrives in failure,
The cookie jar is cracked.
Wasn\'t for lack of trying,
Knew the deck was stacked.


But every fight is different,
And its time I must stay in.
Keep saying I can\'t run as fast,
Odds weren\'t on me to win.


A thousand irons on the fire,
Never felt hope so damn close.
But we\'re all crushing fingertips,
On thick potential choke.


Gotta love America,
Loves watching her kids fight.
You run and put your legs in it,
Then swipes the ball from sight.