THE WARRIOR
Born into a land, of nothing but pride
The son of a chief, destined for greatness
Into the battle, I will always ride.
Focusing on the goal, forgetting the rest.
The wooden weapon, in my hand
The animal skin ball, in its grasp.
Like always, I have a plan
To win this game, is all I ask.
My brothers and I move as one
Smashing, hitting, and running
We will win when the game is done,
The bells of victory, always ringing.
The game of champions, We have never lost.
The game of honor, known as lacrosse.