A fighter, a warrior, on the attack but must defend,
He must be tough as he’s hammered from end to end.
He waits for the call, as he moves he’s then handed the ball,
Protected by an army as he runs through many holes.
From side, to side, spinning and moving,
A fearless look upon his face as he marches forward.
Gaining yardage, step, by step, hard hit is this man,
A running back on a football field, ball in hand.
Hold onto the ball, hold on tight in this fight,
They’ll try to take you down, not on this night.
When they attack, hit them hard right back,
Your victory comes when you can cross the line.