The freedom to choose, to run, to fly
With a smile on your face as you go.
As your friends gather round you it all becomes clear that your life is in the faces you know.
Go see a new dawn on a warm foreign shore and escape from the race and the fight,
And remember this time when you're in your decline with the spirit of this August night.
The assurance of youth lays on your skin like a shimmering shield of conviction
Awash with the innocence, rich for experience, fearless and lusting for action
Let the spark be your guidance, your lover , your teacher.
Find your strength in the slow hours of doubt
And remember the ways, looking back through the haze
Your spirit soared in the hot August night
Enjoy your time in the arena while the crowd flows around you,
soon it'll be your time to spectate
The spotlight has faded, the bows have been taken
Your time now to walk through the gate
And when you fade from the crowd, your story forgotten and the role that you played in the fight
You at least made your stand, left your print in the sand
In the arena that hot August night
I remember the springtime, the tentative learning, protected and guided in light
The balmy summer then came in a rush. The heat that I'd felt was my right.
No safety net to catch me as I head for the fall...
The Autumn with colours still bright
Amid flecks of the grey, in the cold light of day
My spirit still dreams of that hot August night
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