We Came Away Champions
The lights beating down on our dream.
The crowd lets out a roaring scream.
This is our life, not just a game.
Here is where we get our fame.
All of us are in our teens,
but we played like well-oiled machines.
All of us were mediocre, but together we were great.
After eight years together, our final record was 112 and 8.
Even though we only lost eight,
two of those losses were at state.
We never took home a championship ring,
but we did come home with something.
We walked off the field with our heads held high,
and we came home with our pride.
We looked around the room and didn't see one another.
We looked around and saw people we would forever call our brother.
We hung up our pads for the last time as a team.
We walked away with memories better than a dream.
To us it was about more than just a football game.
It was about who we were and the men we became.
Copyright © Chris Matt | Year Posted 2011
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