A Band of Brothers

Walking out to the crowd, before the game

The crisp air of Autumn, fall leaves
The smell of war in the breeze
Above streams of light come shining down
A thunderous roar, all around

Marching down as one, side by side
Ever forward as the tide
Electricity fills the air
A focused mind without care

A common bond works as a shield
As the warriors take the field
United together with one goal
Sixty hearts, and sixty souls

You turn around and take it in
Times like this won’t come again
Feel the crowd's feet stomp, hear the noise
Out on the field with the boys

Nothing like, being on a team
Living out your boyhood dream
A time in life like no others
Part of a band of brothers