In the heart of the city, under Friday night lights,
Where the dreams of champions take flight.
From the sideline whispers to the roar of the crowd,
Every player’s story, every cheer, every shout.
From the dusty fields of childhood’s game,
To the towering stadiums where legends are made.
We chase the glory, we chase the fame,
In this beautiful dance, we stake our claim.
In the rhythm of the game, we find our soul,
United by passion, achieving our goals.
From the dawn’s first light to the twilight gleams,
This is where we live our kickoff dreams.
Through the highs and the lows, the battles we fight,
Every clash on the field, every struggle in sight.
With hearts ablaze and minds so bold,
We write our saga in green and in gold.
From the fields of promise to the nights so cold,
In the tapestry of moments, our stories unfold.
We chase the victory, we dare to believe,
In this symphony of hope that we breathe.
In the rhythm of the game, we find our soul,
United by passion, achieving our goals.
From the dawn’s first light to the twilight gleams,
This is where we live our kickoff dreams.
Through the storm and the silence, we rise above,
With the strength of the team, with the power of love.
For every pass, every tackle, every goal we defend,
In this brotherhood of warriors, we transcend.
In the rhythm of the game, we find our soul,
United by passion, achieving our goals.
From the dawn’s first light to the twilight gleams,
This is where we live our kickoff dreams.
So raise your voices high, let the anthem ring,
For the spirit of the game, for the song we sing.
In the heartbeat of the nation, where hope redeems,
This is where we live our kickoff dreams.