The Race by Renaissance
Around the world he traveled
To start the games that he dreamed of, dreamed of
His biggest triumph lingers
Will only slip through his fingers
He wants to feel the crowd
And be a winner
Each time he takes the step
His reason now for living
Praying silently
He's running there
Running faster
To hear the sheers
The crowd moves closer
He's getting near
A smile displays his victory
It's only for a moment, a moment
Towards the sky in wonder
His mind begins to wander
The cheers are getting near
His name he hears
But he will never fall
This is really living
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