Another heartbreak with 11 years gone by,
The echoes linger where our dreams still lie.
Through wins and losses we stood our ground,
In roaring happiness or silence drowned.

But listen, the games we almost won,
Where justice stood unserved and undone.
Fouls not called, penalties not given,
Handball let go, no justice driven.

Played through chaos, swallowed rage.
As hope and heartbreak share the stage.
The scripts were already written,
Still, we fought, though victory was hidden.

Many give in, many doubt,
Yet we remain, we fight, we clout.
A bond unbroken, fierce and free
We wear our scars with loyalty.