The Beautiful Game
The Beautiful Game
Stepping on the field
This belongs to me
It is where
I am in control.
Long before I came here
I have prepared for this day
I reach down
Pluck the grass from the earth
Feel the energy of the moment
Nothing else matters now
It’s only about this
This is the beginning
The beginning of something great
Walk to the centerline
Turn and view the pitch.
The others who stand with me
In this battle
Prepared for what is to come.
I see the same in them
As I feel
No one else understands
They cannot share this
This is our fight
It is our moment
It is what we know
What we live for
The whistle sounds
Ball advances
It has begun
The Beautiful Game
Copyright © Joseph Furdeck | Year Posted 2013
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