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 on to 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.

Keith Garrett