On Monday night football on primetime TV, first quarter Bills and Bengals in Cincinnati.
Both teams on the scoreboard score 7 to 3, a routine seeming tackle transformed what's to be.
You came to celebrate, to watch him with pride, not escort your son on an ambulance ride.
How heavy the air in the stadium at night, Sepio replaced football, his life was his fight.
Park life's changed forever at 8.55, he fell on the field, was your son still alive?
These men give their everything, these teams give their all, but it's not just a game when a young safety falls.
You've been close to my heart because I'm a mother too, in the meantime I'm praying and thinking of you.
My heart has compassion for what you're going through, sending hope, love and prayers that your son makes it through.
The game was suspended, will it ever be played? As traumatized players just wait day to day.
A dream turned to nightmare in the blink of an eye, as both teams of players, they kneeled and they cried.
Sending hope, love and prayers that your son makes it through.
Sending hope, love and prayers that your son's home with you.
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