Flying high
I'm flying high,
Above the field of helmeted warriors
Clutching the precious ball
Running to save it from the enemy.
It's flying high with me.
I'm flying high,
Above the widespread fingertips
Faces looking up at my body
Waiting for me to fall,
But I'm still flying high.
I'm flying high,
Above my team
With sisters on the right and left.
We are flying high.
We are cheerleaders and our dreams
are flying high.
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