There we were standing in line
Late to bloom
Slow to shine
We wait for our turn to come around
Shadows lengthen on the ground

Then we are found
Together we are stronger
We can take wing
And scale the heights
Hang out in the long grass if we like
Or build ourselves a home
With towers that reach the sky

So, here we stand
He wants to knock me out the park
I send a full-pelter through
Warming up
Getting in the groove
It's not who they think you are
But what you choose to be

We were the last eleven
Those left behind
The oversights
The extras
The make-up-the-numbers
The footnotes In other stories
Low-deckers
Slow starters
Don't-give-them-a-second-glancers
Shallow enders

This time I had the length just right
Fast paced I sent his wicket flying
Sometimes the quiet ones can roar
Those at the back come to the fore
There's hope enough for us all
And light left in the day

We were the last eleven
Those left behind
The oversights
The extras
The make-up-the-numbers
The footnotes
In other stories
Low-deckers
Slow starters
Don't-give-them-a-second-glancers
Shallow enders

We stepped out from the shadows
Headed for the light
Blinking and stumbling
Hoping it will all be alright
We came up from the darkness
Turned our faces to the sun
Together we were stronger
We were not the only ones

Shallow enders
Last eleven
Are we nearly there yet?
Can the likes of us
Find a place to call our own?