Soccer

 

 

Four months, three days and seven hours

Times I’ve spent running over flowers

The grass, the wind, the rain, the sun.

The day’s not over till this game is won.

A ball at my feet with friends by my side.

We shall leave this field with all the glory and pride.

We leave this home with heads held high.

We are the team whose hearts will not die.

The deed is not done until the opponents fall,

With an explosive and powerful strike of the ball.

As the buzzer sounds our opponents fall,

We… the team… have vanquished it all.

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