In Missouri's realm, where basketball dreams reside, A tale of trials, where victories hide.
Coach Dennis Gates, upon the hot seat placed, With every loss, his legacy disgraced.
Connor Vanover, towering high and tall, Yet victories slip, beyond his reach, they fall.
Jesus, hesitant, afraid to take the shot,In fear of failure, dreams are all but forgot.
Trent Pierce, a shadow lingering unseen, Mysterious absence, where he's never been.
In the heart of Missouri, hope's flame flickers low, As losses mount, despair begins to grow.
But in the face of defeat, they stand as one, With grit and determination, the battle's begun. For in every struggle, there's a chance to rise, To defy the odds, to claim the prize.
So let the court bear witness to their might, For Missouri's spirit burns with fiery light. Though the drought may linger, hope will remain, For victory's sweet taste, they shall attain.
Coach Dennis Gates, upon the hot seat placed, With every loss, his legacy disgraced.
Connor Vanover, towering high and tall, Yet victories slip, beyond his reach, they fall.
Jesus, hesitant, afraid to take the shot,In fear of failure, dreams are all but forgot.
Trent Pierce, a shadow lingering unseen, Mysterious absence, where he's never been.
In the heart of Missouri, hope's flame flickers low, As losses mount, despair begins to grow.
But in the face of defeat, they stand as one, With grit and determination, the battle's begun. For in every struggle, there's a chance to rise, To defy the odds, to claim the prize.
So let the court bear witness to their might, For Missouri's spirit burns with fiery light. Though the drought may linger, hope will remain, For victory's sweet taste, they shall attain.
