The Final Whistle (80sRetroMix)

I taught them to pass not to hoard the game

To share the court not chase the fame

The scoreboard glows but it fades away

It's the lessons you carry that will always stay

Whistles blow but hearts beat louder

In the quiet you find your power

The final whistle it calls my name

I’m walking off but the team remains

State champs they shine under golden skies

But it’s her face I see when I close my eyes

I told them grit grows where the pain won’t quit

Every loss just sharpens the grit

The trophy’s cold but their smiles are warm

Through every storm they’ve been reborn

Lines on the court but none on the soul

Play together and you'll be whole

The final whistle it calls my name

I’m walking off but the team remains

State champs they shine under golden skies

But it’s her face I see when I close my eyes