In the roar of the crowd, we stand tall,
But behind every victory, there's a price we recall.
The sacrifices made in the silence of night,
The endless struggles, out of the spotlight.
For every medal worn, there's a scar we hide,
For every cheer heard, there's a tear we've cried.
The bruises, the pain, the battles we fight,
Are the stories untold, hidden out of sight.
We chase the dream, we live the fight,
With hearts full of hope, burning so bright.
But the glory we crave comes with a price,
A cost that's paid, with every sacrifice.
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