FootballPassion
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It always starts cold.
Living life bold.
Wrestling got old.
Final grades out.
Im smart with no doubt.
But never had water in the spout.
Summer rolled around.
Football training by the pound.
The endless screams like the sound of war
The battle in the field where blood, sweat, and tears pour
Brothers in each others arms carrying them away
As others get in to save the day
Pride Without Victory
Mind over matter is what they say,
I never really understood their way.
They always say just go get it done,