Beneath the dome of endless night,
The court glows with electric light,
Echoes of sneakers in rhythmic flight,
Dreams take wing in the soaring height.

The ball, a comet in the sky,
Arcs and spins, a hopeful try,
With every pass, with every cry,
It tells a tale that can’t deny.

The sweat, the tears, the fleeting pain,
Are all for moments that remain,
When time stands still in the refrain,
Of victory’s sweet, elusive gain.

In the heartbeat of the court’s embrace,
We find our strength, we find our grace,
The game, a mirror of our pace,
Where passion finds its rightful place.