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The cheers, the applause, the cries
And I ask them to indulge in this moment
For it will fade
Like a distant memory
As the sun comes up at the dawn of day
I can't help but wonder how I will stay
Motivated to continue life,
Through all the stress and tears and strife.
But then I remember that there is more
Here I am.
Under the hot desert sun
A hope in my heart and a country in ruin
I am here for them, I remind myself
The music plays; I teach them the steps
Our feet move the earth, hands paint the sky