Olympus: Citius, Altius, Fortius

I would build you stronger If nations come here alone to battle And taste defeat without blood Not for the right of ideas to prevail But for valor to be heard For the begining right to a discourse in word. When barbels are broken There is still so much to lift The pain and human suffering In which many are adrift. I would build you higher The spirit to proclaim That the victor is not master He is one of us, and all us dream. So there are no superior gold In the range of human competence For those who cheer are heroes too They are the reason, We represent them in what we do ... It is they who fall hardest when the hero fail in you. Opportunity is the height you clear for them Longing in their hearts To set a trail of hope ablaze where there is no trail. I would prime you faster Make you run the race of life Leaving fetters of hunger, disease, wars And broken dreams behind. But we should grow weaker, did we not fight The obstacles that retard, and swarm in flight To build with new strength From another speed ... of vision, faith In the unbreakable bond that like water heal With each parting for the passage of the pantheon. ii We've put gods to sleep And in their throne heroes sit And still mortals weep For wars were made too By those who made the gods. Dream Now of peace, dead kings.