I spend my hours toiling away

For a slight gain upon the day

In a team or in solitude

I work for my rank now renewed

No matter what small part I play

I try my best in every way

Though I sometimes will win and lose

I always go join some more queues

The match begins, the stakes are set

I choose my best with no regrets

The pressure builds, the trigger’s tight

We’re locked and loaded for the fight

Each match a clash of wit and aim

No two fights ever feel the same

I charge ahead, I fall behind

Yet still I battle, still I grind

A hundred rounds, a hundred falls

And I answer yet another call 

Every game lost, a new found fear

Every match won, a new loud cheer

When the struggle is said and done

I now see how far I have come 

At last I lay my head to rest

Knowing that I had done my best