My Buffalo Bills

My Buffalo Bills are more than helmets and yards,

More than stats, records, or Sunday scorecards.

They are grit in the snow, breath in the cold,

A blue-collar story forever told.

Born from a city that knows how to fight,

Through long winters and hard-earned nights.

We don’t ask for easy, we don’t expect grace,

We earn every inch, we stand in our place.

When the wind howls loud off Lake Erie’s shore,

And the world says, Buffalo can’t take much more,

We rise anyway—strong, proud, and still,

Because hope lives deep in the Buffalo Bills.

We’ve known heartbreak, we’ve tasted delay,

Watched dreams slip inches away.

But quitting was never part of the plan—

Resilience is written into the fan.

Bills Mafia—loud, faithful, true,

Through every rebuild, every breakthrough.

Tables may break, but our spirit won’t bend,

We show up again and again and again.

From Jim Kelly’s fire to today’s fight,

From comeback faith to prime-time lights,

Every era carries the same heartbeat—

A city and team that refuse defeat.

This is family, this is belief,

This is standing strong in moments of grief.

When wins don’t come and doubts creep in,

We still believe—we always have been.

Because being a Bill is a way of life,

It’s hope through struggle, courage through strife.

It’s loving a team with all your will,

No matter the outcome—My Buffalo Bills.

So let the snow fall, let the doubters talk,

We’ll keep marching, we’ll keep the walk.

With heads held high and voices shrill,

Forever loyal. Forever real.

Forever—My Buffalo Bills.