Once we took the field,
our hearts were filled with pride. We
knew we had to yield,
but still, we tried and tried.

The ball was tossed around our feet
moved swiftly and quickly. We heard the
cheering sound, and our spirits started
to lift.

But as the minutes ticked away, our
opponents gained the lead. We tried
to seize the day,
but couldn't plant the seed.
The final whistle blew,
and the game was done.
We knew we'd lost, it's true,
but the battle was well-fought and won.

Though we didn't bring home the win, our
hearts were filled with pride. We knew we
gave it our all within, and that's what
truly matters inside.

For, in the end, it's not the score,
that truly makes us great.
It's the effort and heart we pour, that
makes us champions in any fate.