Could we be scrap metal divinely
Molded into engine blocks
As Mr. Harvey suggested?

Are we lost to our team
After drug suspensions
As the Jags intimated?

We are what we choose to be,
Given our power to mold,
Given our weakness to imbibe.

We travel our paths
Each taking us there,
Wherever that may be.

We have an ability to choose,
Using our gifts and passions
To become whoever we shall be.