Gold Ball
All of the pain, sweat, and tears come down to this
The bonds built will be tested
It wont be easy
But the reward will be sweet
Going to battle with my brothers at my side
Each of us willing to lay it all on the line
All the pain, sweat, and tears come down to this
Expectations are high
But that’s a given
Hamilton football
7 time Champion
They say we’re rebuilding
Not given a chance
All the pain, sweat and tears come down to this
Day by day
Play by play
We inch closer and closer
Not wanting to give up
Not willing to give in
All the pain, sweat, and tears come down to this
The Gold Ball is in sight
The game is on the line
All the pain, sweat, and tears come down to this
We’ll prove them wrong
November 28th 2014
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