In the Game of Dreams
On fields of green where footsteps race,
A dance of dreams in open space.
The ball, like magic, glides and soars,
As cheers erupt from distant shores.
With every kick, the heart ignites,
The thrill of victory, sweet delights.
Under the sun or the moon’s soft glow,
In the beautiful game, our spirits flow.
The whistle blows, the battle starts,
United teams with beating hearts.
Pass, dribble, weaving through,
A symphony of grit and virtue.
In every tackle and every play,
Passion ignites, come what may.
Through sweat and toil, the bonds we forge,
In soccer’s embrace, our souls emerge.
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