Expectation is heavy,
with proclamation to acheive
this is our year for we'll fight
our battles for we believe
Ok we make it to the dance
what comes to mind what comesnext ?
my palms were sweaty, my ego was weak
dad was no fool he was motivation for all i seek
Make no void that venture brings regard,
for your mental toughness will be balance
of will for overcoming obstacles in strong bombard
Stadium is slammed rest assure,
from all religions and ethics,
all those from land to atlantic shore
Bodies and breasts are sweat galore,
as the home team bring chemisty to the fans,
from up in the bleachers rest ashore.
Now stand to your feet,
of sudden appreciation,
as your support is that
of our strongest motivation.
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