A Ballad to Soccer

Tyler Driver
Running back and forth, side to side
Hoping to score that coveted goal
Punting the rock, taking a slide
To win the game that doesn't get old

The smell of the grass
The feel of the ball
The cheers from the mass
I play for it all

Through the bumps and bruises
And kicks to the head
The resilient player refuses
With a uniform blood-red

Whether it's the thrill of victory
Or the agony of defeat
It's enjoyed in every country
The game played with the feet

Published by Tyler Driver

Hi, my name is Tyler. I'm 18 years old, and writing is a passion of mine, and I want to make a career of it. With the current job situation, this seems like the perfect way to make a little money on the side...  View profile

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