The whisper of breeze on my face,
Send confidence into the sanctuary within,
Oozing pain coming without trace,
The agony spilled out with delirious scream.
Hope brings out a triumphant joy,
Resonate from the sanctuary within,
Prayers to heaven send the call of victory,
And the greatest prize we are about to win.
Winners; we shall be not be deceive,
With ease of wearing Olympic crowns,
Fear not the trigger nor do the taunts conceive,
The flint that makes pride takes you to dreams.
If my doubts had not vanished away,
I would have reclined and fainted with unbelief,
But on my way I enter into the sanctuary,
And look for the fortune of hidden relief.
Infinity of modern voices, the crowd rises,
Into a detachment from the sanctuary within,
Adrenaline wrapped in present applause's,
The emotions began dilating within.
I had fainted in the land of the living,
Overwhelm by celebration of winners,
Clutching the inner torch of existing flame,
That exhibit a world of gold and silver names.
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