11 men fighting for the glory
With just one ball they can make history
Dribbling, passing, scoring the goal
Taking the rivals's heart and soul
*****
Millions of fans chanting their names out loud
Like they are one, a family so proud
Tears of happiness or of sadness
Both are a part of this beautiful madness
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Winning is the thing that can make them fly
So high up in the sky like a little butterfly
Tears of joy and heads held high
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But losing is the thing that can break them apart
Like a sharp knife made a slit in their heart
Tears of sorrow and they cant restart
******
This is not just a game but a war
Where blood is spilt and leave a scar
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11 men who survive get the glory and pride
The other 11 are just lost in their mind
This is the only game where millions hearts beat as one
This is the war of football that is so much fun
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Thank you for reading this and this is my first poem ever
so plz support me and I'll improve :D
