The Beautiful Game

Written by: Joseph Furdeck

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