As we all stand and wait by the wired gate
Stomping on our lucky brick with all our weight
Feeling the fall crisp air
As we prepare
Anxiously waiting to run out to the beat drop
Hoping we finish this game on top
Hearing the whistle blow
All my anxiety goes
The touch of the ball is smooth off my feet
My defender has been beat
Ball soaring through the air to the back of the net
Now, I know the other teams going to be upset
The energy is at all time high
The other team thought they were going to win, not sure why
Hearing the final whistle blow
I know we put on a show
There’s nothing better than nights like these
Under the lights with a cool breeze
Brian Sandjong • Nov 1, 2024 at 9:41 am
like the rhyming very smart wording
Kyra Pappas • Nov 1, 2024 at 9:23 am
10/10 love!