kick （reggae version)

Did you hear that whistle blow? The game begins, the passion flows. The ball rolls close, it’s time to show, Your perfect move, your heart aglow. Just like you, he takes his stride, Quick and sharp, no place to hide. He plays with grace, with fearless pride, That golden pass, your legacy tied. After school, where rivers gleam, Skipping stones, lost in a dream. Juggling high, in perfect theme, Side by side, a bond supreme. Second half, the pressure’s high, We're behind, the crowd’s a sigh. But there you stand, no fear, no lie, You break through walls, reach for the sky. After school, where rivers gleam, Skipping stones, lost in a dream. Juggling high, in perfect theme, Side by side, a bond supreme. Final minutes, the moment’s near, A strike like yours, no doubt, no fear. The ball spins true, the path is clear, Straight to the net, the crowd’s a cheer. The whistle blows, the echoes stay, The field, the dream won’t fade away. He played like you in every way, Your spirit’s touch, still in the play. The net it shook, the goal remained, I cried for you, the love retained. I smiled, it’s true, the shot you trained, A memory bright, forever ingrained.