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Gold medal

Since he was a child
Would pretend he won gold
And gets his medal
Being cheered by the world

 Wake up this morning
Is a young African 
He puts on his old shoes
Wants to be an Olympian

Running the dirt roads
He set him self a task
Hoping to accomplish
What others dare to ask

He never went to school
To be an academic
The only dream he has
Is to go to the Olympics

He runs thru the jungle
Under the African sun        
Now he standing in London
Soon his dreams will be born 

It’s all about a gold medal
And the will to win
It’s like a burning fire
Athletes has within

A typical kid from Trinidad
Growing up in the sun
Watch Olympics with his father
And dream was born

Rides on the gravel roads
Thru the usine canes fields 
Will only stop to change
The tires on his wheels

Rides the hills of San Fernando 
To the city of Port of Spain 
The back road of princess town
Then to ste Madeleine 

 Make the Olympic team
He was the best that night
He thinks of his mother
As he hugs his father tight

Great Britain 2012
Didn’t get the gold
But happy for a bronze
Satisfaction to his soul

We all want to win
At everything we do
But being happy
Is really up to you

Every one are born equal
But must pave their own roads
And as we continue to travel
Will carry some heavy loads

But the evil acts of other
Can fill some lives in misery
And leaves you wondering
With no focus a or destiny

I hope that all like this
Will over come their obstacles
Because we all are winners
Even if we don’t have gold medals

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