09-09-2011, 04:37 PM
In a cloud of dust, a pile of bodies, one man rose.
"How far", he cried!
How far to the end zone.
How many men must I break,
how many men, to fall, and not rise?
How many must be dealt that blow,
that powerful blow i deliver with determined confidence.
These are the words ,
that must have gone through the mind of the immortal one.
Payton, was his name.
On a cold morning, he was not to be caught.
Like the cold wind, that bites the skin,
The speed of a tornado, the power of a hurricane
so ran Payton.
time after time his number was called.
Time and time again he delivered.
Payton was his name..