One Second Left

Story Summary: A young athlete is dropped to the second team, commits to brutal uphill sprint training all summer, and turns being overlooked into aspirations for comeback fueled by outworking everyone around him.

“We Rise” is built around a simple decision: when a young athlete gets pushed down a level, he chooses effort over frustration. After being dropped to the second team, he doubles down on conditioning and turns his summer into a daily proving ground. The training is specific and unforgiving—sprinting up roughly 100 feet of elevation in 20-yard segments, running from one crack in the pavement to the next, day after day. Each repetition reinforces the belief that progress is earned in silence. The lyrics frame every setback as fuel, every bruise as proof, and every fall as an opportunity to climb higher. The chant-like chorus is designed to mirror that mindset shift: pressure doesn’t stop champions—it reveals them. By the time the final “Every! Single! Time!” hits, the song becomes less about a single comeback and more about a permanent identity built on work.

We took the punches, we took the hits,
Stumbled and struggled but never quit.
Every setback carved our steel—
Every bruise became the fuel we feel.

When the moment’s tough,
We get tougher still—
Champions rise
When the world stands still!

’Cause the harder we fall— the higher we climb!
We battle through the fire, through the sweat, through the grind!
When the odds say no— we rewrite the line!
Yeah we rise, yeah we rise—
Every! Single! Time!

Long nights grindin’ on an uphill climb,
Sweat drippin’ down to the beat of the time.
Heard every whisper sayin’ “you ain’t made for this,”
But we burned those doubts in the furnace of our grit.
Storms rolled in, but we stood our ground—
That thunder only sharpened our sound.

When the moment’s tough,
We get tougher still—
Champions rise
When the world stands still!

’Cause the harder we fall— the higher we climb!
We battle through the fire, through the sweat, through the grind!
When the odds say no— we rewrite the line!
Yeah we rise, yeah we rise—
Every! Single! Time!

Now all we see is an empty thrown,
Turned every crack into a milestone.
We’ve walked that line between fight and fall,
And every scar on our skin tells the truth of it all.
The world pushed hard—
But we pushed back harder.
Champions rise—
And we rise even farther.

Raise those fists
For the battles we faced!
Raise your voice—
Let it shake this place!
We took the hits,
But we never broke—
Now watch us rise
On the fire you stoke!

’Cause the harder we fall— the higher we climb!
We battle through the fire, through the sweat, through the grind!
When the odds say no— we rewrite the line!
Yeah we rise, yeah we rise—
Every! Single! Time!
Whoa-oh, whoa-oh—
EVERY SINGLE TIME!

Yeah we rise…
Yeah we rise…
Every single time.

Story Summary: An athlete moves from club to club searching for his place, repeatedly overlooked, but driven forward by an unshakable belief that his moment will come.

“The One They Never Saw” is a slow-burn underdog story about an athlete whose journey is defined by movement rather than recognition. Each verse follows him packing up, moving on, and starting over—new clubs, new chances, the same familiar feeling of being passed over. Coaches and decision-makers look past him, not because he lacks ability, but because he doesn’t fit the expected mold. What carries him forward isn’t validation, but an internal voice—the “thunder call”—that tells him to keep going even when no one is watching. The chorus captures that loneliness: marching on alone through doubt, shadows, and setbacks. The final verse flips the perspective, imagining the moment when the lights finally shift and the overlooked player steps into the frame, not as a surprise, but as someone who always knew he belonged. The song ends with a quiet truth: they never saw it—but he did, and that belief was enough.

He laced up his boots on a cold gray dawn,
Packed his dreams in a bag
And kept movin’ on.
Club to club, he reached for his place,
Left his footprints burnin’
In search of the ultimate space
But every new start
Felt the same old way—
Eyes slipped past him,
Like he wasn’t built to play.

But deep inside
There’s a thunder call—
A voice that says:
“Kid, you’re built to stand tall.”

But he’s marchin’ on alone!
Through the doubt, through the shadows,
Through the fight and the fall—
He’s the one they never saw…
But he’ll rise above it all!

He’s heard every “maybe,” every “not right now,”
Every door shut tight,
Every furrowed brow.
But he kept his head high,
Kept the fire alive,
Every setback only taught him
How to survive.
He’s a storm in waiting,
A spark in the rain—
No spotlight needed
To validate his name.

’Cause deep inside
There’s a thunder call—
A voice that says:
“Kid, you’ll win it all.”

But he’s marchin’ on alone!
Through the doubt, through the shadows,
Through the fight and the fall—
He’s the one they never saw…
But he’ll rise above it all!

One day the lights will shift,
And he’ll step through the frame—
Not as the underdog,
But the one who stole the game.
And every voice that doubted
Will echo in the air—
As he stands in the moment
He knew he’d always wear.

But he’s marchin’ on alone!
Through the doubt, through the shadows,
Through the fight and the fall—
He’s the one they never saw…
But he’ll rise above it all!

They never saw it—
But he always did.
And that was enough
To rise.

Story Summary: Two 8-year-old best friends compete relentlessly in everything they do, and everyone around them can see their rivalry is the engine that will take both farther than either could go alone.

“Just Me Against You” is inspired by a real childhood rivalry between two 8-year-old friends who can turn any moment into competition—any game, any drill, any challenge. They’re on the same side in life, but the moment the whistle blows the world narrows into a head-to-head test of courage, focus, and pride. The song captures how healthy rivalry works: not cheap shots, not excuses, not tearing the other down—just two kids pushing to see what they’re made of. The crowd, the noise, and the pressure fade out because the real contest is personal: “every game narrows down to me against you.” Over time, that rivalry becomes more than a matchup; it becomes a training ground for character. Each duel writes a chapter, each clash teaches something new, and both competitors rise together—because iron sharpens iron. The ending zooms out to the simplest truth: two boys, one fire, and a friendship strong enough to turn rivalry into growth.

Crowd on their feet, the ground starts to shake,
Everyone waiting for a mistake.
All knotted up, our teams fade out of view—
’Cause every game narrows down
To me against you.
You bring the fire, I bring the steel—
Each moment of this test is real.

And I don’t run,
And you don’t hide—
Everyone watching
The game to decide.

It’s just me against you—
Every moment, every stride!
Me against you—
Pushin’ hard, side by side!
You rise, I rise,
That’s the code we pursue—
Every game just comes down…
To me against you!

You strike first, I answer, it’s the dance that we do—
A long game of fire between me and you.
Every duel writes a chapter, every clash something new,
And I know in my bones
This won’t end anytime soon.
Years from now, still charging, still chasing what’s true—
Fire burning bright on this rivalry we grew.

No cheap shots,
No excuses made—
It’s battle to the finish
In the game we played.

It’s just me against you—
Every space, every place!
Me against you—
Man to man, face to face!
You rise, I rise,
That’s the truth we renew—
Yeah the battle builds heroes…
In just me against you!

Yeah, it’s me against you—
Where the fearless collide!
Me against you—
And we push past the tide!
You rise, I rise,
Through the fire we brew—
Yeah we climb because we battle…
Just me against you!

Two boys, one fire,
In a duel long overdue—
When the lights fade down…
It’s just me against…
You.