My season sat broken, an 0-3 start,
Fantasy dreams crumbling, tearing apart.
But whispers of Daniels, healing, return,
Ignite in my roster a fire that burns.
The knee may be aching, the doubts still remain,
Yet legends are written in struggle, in pain.
He’ll step on the field, the stadium loud,
A hero reborn, commanding the crowd.
From shadows of losses, my team will arise,
Behind every throw, hope lights in my eyes.
No longer despairing, no longer in doubt,
With Daniels, my savior, we’ll turn this thing out.
So watch the comeback, the story retold,
A season once lifeless now turning to gold.
For faith in a quarterback, battered but true,
Can rescue the broken—like Daniels will do.