Wings of Destiny: The Eagles’ Super Bowl Flight

Soaring on wings of Midnight Green,
Through winter’s chill, our dreams take wing.
From the Linc to the promised land,
Victory’s path across this land.

Hurts leads the charge with steady hands,
Brown and Smith streak cross these lands.
Our D-line fierce as eagles’ claws,
Making quarterbacks pause and fall.

From South Philly’s streets to Jersey’s shore,
The faithful rise with Eagles’ roar.
“Go Birds!” echoes through every block,
As destiny’s clock starts to talk.

Through Rocky’s spirit, gritty heart,
We’ve fought and clawed right from the start.
Each down and drive, each crushing hit,
Shows Philly’s flame will never quit.

The road is long to Vegas lights,
Where champions claim their rightful heights.
But Eagles’ wings spread proud and true,
As we chase rings of glory new.

So fly, Eagles fly, toward that crown,
Let doubt and fear both tumble down.
For in this city’s beating core,
We know what we’re fighting for.

One city, one dream, one destined flight,
Toward Super Bowl’s brightest night.
Where legends rise and history calls,
As glory’s shadow gently falls.

Bleed green and silver, wear it proud,
Join voices with this mighty crowd.
For Philadelphia’s time is here,
Let victory’s bell ring crystal clear.