My Favourite Soccer Ball

My favourite soccer ball
It fills a spot in my soul
I take the ball then pass
Along the soft green grass

It is black and gold
It will never be sold
Once I lost my brilliant ball
But then I took a very bad fall

After that I had a cast
I was still looking through the past
To a spot or in a case
Where my soccer ball found its place

When I found my ball I was ten
It was my friend Ken
He took it away from me
Ken did it with glee

He locked it up in his room
Where all his little toys loom
Then I found it and I was overjoyed
And now his attention I couldn’t avoid

Now I play with it all the time
Because it is not a crime
I love it with all my heart
We will never be apart.