The Soldiers

The air was thin,the ground cold,
But yet they stood unafraid and bold,

Their blood was boiling,their eyes ablaze, 
Not a million bullets,could them hinder or faze, 

"How dare they set foot,how dare they come!
Onto our land,under our sun!"

"They shall pay,they shall die! 
This is our promise,we never lie!"

And so they stood,brothers in arms, 
To defend their people,to defend their farms,

Every pebble,every last grain of sand, 
They would take back of their beloved motherland

And as the war waged on,the brothers did part, 
But not before giving their soul,not before giving their heart,

And before their final breath,before their untimely demise,
They saw a majestic sight,in front of the gleaming sun rise,

They smiled as they fell with a final sigh,
Their beloved Tri Colour,flying forever high.

The Final

Where 32 stood, now just 2 remain, 
To battle for victory,to battle through pain,

Big teams and bigger names,
Failed to hold on to shattered dreams, 

New heroes made,New names forged, 
In our minds they are forever lodged, 

The Wall of Mexico, The Team from Rica, 
The Extraordinary Dribbler from Columbia,

The Swiss winger,The Flying Dutchman, 
A Brazilian trickster,A Portuguese hitman, 

All showed a burning fire, 
Forged by will and fueled by desire, 

But now they take a back seat, 
For now two giants of the game meet, 

One a team of ruthless efficiency, 
The other with a player of unmatched supremacy, 

The stage is set, the venue Brazil, 
For an epic battle of power and skill, 

In the end when finally the whistle does blow, 
One nation shall weep,the other roar!