The beautiful game of football
Under lights so bright, a field of green,
Echoes of dreams that once have been,
A ball of leather, a world untold,
A game of legends, young and old.
The whistle blows, the silence breaks,
A symphony of hearts and stakes,
Feet that dance in rhythm and rhyme,
In sixty minutes, suspended time.
A pass, a tackle, a calculated scheme,
The roar of the crowd, a collective dream,
From every corner, every land,
A beautiful game that takes its stand.
Sweat and tear is the price they pay,
Heroes rise, come what may,
A touchdown, a glory, a fleeting fame,
In every heartbeat, the beautiful game.
From dusty fields to grass stadiums
With every tackle every save,
Stories are written, brave and brave,
For in the game, we find our name,
The soul of football, forever the same.
