LONELY AT THE TOP

The phenom does it day in, day out,
Rabid fans eagerly await game day.
How you doing, the common refrain,
Didn't you come to see me play.
There's a certain thrill in doing it,
Great pride and money are the end.
We fear the thought of losing a step,
Yet, every career has that bend.
The adulation is never boring,
It's the plasma of the super star.
We'd like to turn it on and off,
Such dreams aren't near but far.
The playing level is always higher,
We're a loner at what we do.
Talent can only go so far,
It's hard work that makes it true.

WAYNE MANNION
PLATINUM BULLET LYRICS