The field is our canvas, The ball is our brush, We paint with our feet, In a beautiful rush.
We weave through defenders, And take to the air, Our moves are a dance, A sight to ensnare.
We pass with precision, Our team is our pride, We fight for each other, Until the whistle has died.
The game is a battle, But it\'s also a gift, For when we play football, Our spirits lift.
So let\'s lace up our boots, And step on the field, For in this game we love, Our true selves are revealed.