Lukaku's Lament

[Verse] Whispers in the wind, the crowd's dismay, A striker lost in the night, can’t find his way. Drums pulse like a heartbeat, soft and slow, Fans shout in the distance, their voices grow. [Bridge] Echoes of a dream, where goals come easy and fast, But on this field of green, those days are in the past. The rhythm's like a heartbeat, steady, slow, Caught in the dance, where the ball won’t go. [Chorus] Oh, Lukaku, where have your strikes gone? Angry fans chant, from dusk 'til dawn. Every miss, another heart's cry, In the dreamy twilight, under the sky so high. [Verse 2] Sound clips of distress, in the background play, Hopes rising with the sun, then fading with the day. Trumpets sigh like lovers, lost in the night, Each miss like a heartbreak, out of sight. [Chorus] Oh, Lukaku, where have your strikes gone? Angry fans chant, from dusk 'til dawn. Every miss, another heart's cry, In the dreamy twilight, under the sky so high. [Bridge] Soft voices meld with the rhythm's embrace, Seeking solace in the night’s gentle grace. But with each shout, a reminder clear, Of dreams and glory, that once were near.