Darkness falls on a warm September nights
Lights are shining bright like the stars
Upon the field, I see a passion of mine take flight
The whistle blows
Legs start to go
Running as fast, faster , the fastest I can go.
Will it be my time?
My time to shine?
Time to climb my way to the top?
Blood is shed among this battle field.
A gruesome game is such an appeal
As the clock ticks its final marks,
I give myself a running start.
This ball that is wanted by all who come to play.
Come flying my way.
Today’s the day,
The day I throw the fear of losing away,
I am the best.
I am speed.
I am me.
As the final whistle blows,
My cleat caresses the ball oh so carefully.
There it goes
One for the books
As everyone looks
That moment that makes my heart race,
That puts a smile on my face
A passion, a sport, a lifestyle
What shapes me.