What Does It Take?

Well, since I didnt put a date on this either, I have no idea when it was written, but it was during my college years 04-09...During Volleyball Season...I think I was frustrated with my teammates and the lack of heart we exhibited, and the lack of respect we had for our coaching staff...

What Does It Take?
When you wake up in the morning, able to breathe the fresh crisp air
Do you stop and take a moment to thank God, or do you even care?
Do you see waking up as your gift or your right?
Do you even stop and realize that someone else didn't wake up from last night
What does it take?

What does it take for you to use everything that by God you were given?
What does it take to realize that your actions could have an effect on how someone will continue living?
What does it take?

What does it take to have the desire to fight for the people that fight for you?
Why is it so easy to say "I give up" or "I'm through"
They have lives and responsibilities too
What does it take?

Where is the drive that made you love this game?
At this point where is the pride in wearing your school's name?
What does it take?

What does it take to realize everyday is not promised?
At any given moment your life can change?
It could be your door upon which tragedy knocks and leave its name

What does it take to realize how blessed you really are?
You have the ability to play this game
The priveledge to wake up each day healthy and not in pain
We all know someone whose story is not the same

Yet and still we act like it's okay to lose
Like it's our right to just give up without at fight
What does it take

I am in no way perfect, I've given up at times too
But I can tell you what it takes for me to make it through
Maybe somehow it will inspire you

For me all it takes is a trip down memory lane
To a place and time when my life was going completely insane

I no longer look as each day as a given right
But as an opportunity and a gift from God to make things right

I think back to the days when i didn't know if I'd be here
The thoughts of him still loom in my ear
There were many times I thought by his hands I would die
But by the grace of God i'm still alive

I remember having to come to practice after one of our fights
And act like it was nothing, I was okay, everything was alright
But it wasnt
I've been choked to the point I've almost passed out
Yet I still hold my head up because by the grace of God I made it out

I take time to remember that it was this game, this game saved my life
It was my peace my joy, my way out