Next Time We'll Win

Bout the World Cup

Colours that feels our mind,

Red and White.

Nothing more and nothing less,

We are who we are,

No,

We're not the best.

Underdogs giving it a go,

toughing it out.

We all know that we will fight,

Cheering with screams,

Cries,

It might be tight.

The race is building up slow,

Built with control.

Creeping up the football field,

Ball at feet, motion,

Devotion,

Hearts all sing in harmony.

Anthems paralysing everyone,

encouraging teams.

Sit on the edge of our seats,

He takes a shot,

Standing,

Heart rises then sinks.

Next time we'll win.

Author's Note

Comon' World Cup, "let my dream come true, right now" and make it two (stars) =]