7 April 2012
My hand to my heart I raise my face to the sky Out of my mouth Drifts the words of my country, The words I do humbly live by. I stare my enemy in the eye, No more do I fear his gaze.
My heart pounds rapidly As I take the ball in my hand. Thousands of eyes strained upon me, Yet very few believed.
My dream wad for fame, My dream was for respect, And here I am. With my hand to my heart I kick the ball into the sky, And watch it rocket back to earth. I hear the bellow of the crowd As the ball hits the net. The Arms of my team mates Around me.
We worked together, We won together
By Me
Work Together • Opuss № I