Beneath the scorching desert sun,
BYU’s journey had just begun.
To Tempe they marched, bold and proud,
Their fans in blue, a roaring crowd.

The Sun Devils struck with blazing might,
Their offense sharp, their defense tight.
Each drive a dagger, each play a flame,
The Cougars faltered, lost their aim.

The scoreboard climbed, the gap grew wide,
BYU’s hope seemed to subside.
Whispers echoed in the air,
“Is victory theirs? Do they even dare?”

But from the shadows, embers glowed,
A spark of grit, a warrior’s code.
Jake Retzlaff called plays with fire,
The Cougars clawed, rising higher.

A pick-six here, a touchdown there,
Momentum shifted on a prayer.
From twenty down to tied once more,
The Sun Devils trembled at the score.

With seconds left, a final drive,
BYU’s spirit burned alive.
A breakaway run, a daring throw,
Into the end zone it did go.

The desert afternoon roared blue and white,
Against all odds, BYU’s fight.
Demolished, yet they found a way,
To seize the light, to win the day.