There are fans in the stands,
Cheering indistinctly.
It's mostly noise,
But occasionally a clear voice is heard;
And inspiration comes from a simple cry of, 'Yes! '
Or, 'Go! ' Maybe, 'That's the way! '
So we go, in the way, with a 'yes, '
The fans in the stands helping us
The fans in the clouds,
The ones who have passed before-
They too give us courage
To endure and not lose hope,
To cross the finish line
But the fans in the stands,
They race alongside us,
Though not competing against us.
They understand, their lives so similar;
And their words, their touch, so real.
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