My nights stretch far, the dawn feels slow,
While morning’s haze drapes all below.
The city sleeps, but not my quest,
I’m chasing the game I love the best.

Pulse racing with each pass, each shot,
Sleep becomes just an overthought.
The plays, the goals, the flair,
Each moment, beyond compare.

Fans lie awake for the same refrain,
across cities, across states.
Sleeping on matchdays? Could never be me,
A thought that never comes to be.

Quiet rooms and my lit tv screen,
Celebrating in a mute scene.
The hours stretch but that doesn’t bother,
My mind’s calmer, as the night grows longer.

The quiet hours make me feel alive,
The ball dancing under the stadium lights.
Though miles away from the stands,
I’m part of the game, heart in my hands.

Each pass, each tackle, has its own story,
Every goal is a personal victory.
The cheers, the silent cries,
A symphony beneath midnight skies.

The world is asleep, while my nights just begun,
The game I love is second to none.