blood mingles with the tears on the ground, 
my tears, 
I bitterly wipe my eyes, 
smearing blood over my face like grotesque war paint
it seems fitting to me,
my team left their hearts on that feild
and i make a silent vow to make it there, 
it's taken the souls of children 
and spit them out men,
 win or lose, 
men come out of that stadium 
with their heads held high,
 I vow to make it there next year,
 not to let any one stand in my way