"Friday Night Lights," by Tobin B.

The Friday night lights illuminate the field,

the stadium filled with cheers.

This is your moment, your opportunity,

to go be a hometown hero.

Your cleats digging in the turf as you walk into the huddle.

You call the play and break it down.

As you get set you look around, hundreds of fans cheering,

their eyes all on you.

The ball snaps into your hands as you drop back preparing for a pass,

You hear the crunch of your lineman’s pads as they fight to protect you.

You scout the field and look for the open man,

as you look around you hear even more noise.

Your coach is yelling and your bench is pumped up,

they know what's coming next.

As you wind back and prepare for a throw everything around disappears, 

no more noise, no more lineman, just you and the receiver.

The ball leaps out of your hands and soars in the air, hoping to find a home

in your receivers hands. 

You're hit as you throw it and you can no longer see,

however the crowd erupts into cheers.

You know what happened, you are now the hero,

the hometown quarterback who won the game.

You get up and take a look around, all you can focus on are

the Friday night lights that brighten the field.