Rio de Janeiro
Where the streets are paved with gold
With beaches streaked through silver
Bronze shrouded in the fold
Between a face cast bold, Olympic
The wrinkles in-between
Poverty beyond the curtains
A land of tempered dreams
Some that lie down beaten
Some that may come true
A spirit that won’t weaken
A beacon burning through
A torch borne for all seasons
A light to guide the way
A ceremony for the reasons
To start and end each day
To celebrate the spirit
To commemorate our best
The winners and the losers
They all will face their test
Despite the medal tallies
Despite the accolades bestowed
Despite disruptive rallies
The camaraderie’s on show
The spirit keeps on burning
Flames climb two years apart
Cold and hot its turning
Winter’s end and Summer’s start
But for now the sun is setting
On this never ending dream
Sugarloaf Mountain still rises
Christ overlooks redeems
And Brazil sings out majestic
Six rings, Bronze, Silver and Gold
Praising Rio De Janeiro…
and all who sailed in her fold
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