On the field of dreams where grass meets sky,
Eleven hearts beat with a unified cry.
Through sweat and spirit, they chase the light,
In the dance of shadows, both day and night.

The ball is life in this sacred game,
A symbol of hope, of joy, of fame.
With every pass and every goal,
They touch the heavens, they feed the soul.

Roars from the crowd, a thunderous cheer,
Echoes of passion that all can hear.
Each player moves with graceful might,
Crafting a story in the depths of night.

The final whistle, the game concludes,
Yet the spirit of soccer forever imbues.
In every heart, a flame ignites,
The beautiful game, our endless delight.