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| 1 | If I only had one more chance to run, swim, pedal | Andrew Nisker |
| 2 | One more chance to burn the fuel inside me – | Gregory Betty |
| 3 | I'd take my mark | Robert Marrs |
| 4 | and ready my body to unleash all it has inside it. | Bill MacMackin |
| 5 | My mind would quiet the thoughts that seek the spotlight. | Maude Boucher |
| 6 | My breath, nothing else, is the one that utters: go. | Anna Willams |
| 7 | and on the sound of the gun | Robert Marrs |
| 8 | I’d move with the gift I’ve been given – | Ann Peel |
| 9 | the one I’ve spent my lifetime trying to earn. | Abbie Milavdky |
| 10 | and me and the others who also believe what's inside them, | Anonymous |
| 11 | We’d run and we’d fire with every single thing we have. | Robert Marrs |
| 12 | The wind in our face, the roar of the crowd, | Carr Trumpy |
| 13 | our breath in our legs in our arms in our lungs. | Melanie Hazell |
| 14 | And though this moment would be special, | Myla Laliberte |
| 15 | it wouldn't capture all the moments that came before it | Kathryn Watt |
| 16 | Wouldn't replace or erase a single one. | Mark Yerbury |
| 17 | Like the time I was first to cross the line | Steve Lougheed |
| 18 | and I caught the gaze of my Dad | Xavier Laliberte |
| 19 | Shining bright. | Soma Ray-Ellis |
| 20 | Or the time I failed my own expectations | Anonymous |
| 21 | Couldn’t hurdle over what was in front of me. | Robert Marrs |
| 22 | The times when I caved, fell, broke, | Anonymous |
| 23 | and it took everything I had not to run and jump the fence. | Mark Yerbury |
| 24 | That time when they said I was over the hill, finished | Gabriel Flamminio |
| 25 | But I promised myself that this love I felt, | Burchill Financial Services |
| 26 | That this fire, though dim, still burned. | Mike Smith |
| 27 | So that when I went back and won victory again | Anonymous |
| 28 | I knew I'd kept my promise to myself. | Marc-André LeBlanc |
| 29 | For this all started when I was young and small | Anonymous |
| 30 | When we were kids on playscapes who ran until our bones hurt and | Marc-André LeBlanc |
| 31 | leapt like we had wings, | Sébastien Heins |
| 32 | for we wanted to be just | Jeffrey Pain |
| 33 | Like our heroes. | Alexa Irvin |
| 34 | Our heroes showed us Strength, Practice, Patience, | Peter Wismath |
| 35 | Grace | Jeffrey Pain |
| 36 | Getting hurt | Burchill Financial Services |
| 37 | Getting up. | Jeffrey Pain |
| 38 | We'd watch in wonder, lean in close, hover around the radio and | Anonymous |
| 39 | cram into stadiums, | Jeffrey Pain |
| 40 | and gather in fallen snow beneath a big screen that showed | Steve Lougheed |
| 41 | our red and white. | Jeffrey Pain |
| 42 | We saw what any of us could be | Anonymous |
| 43 | What any of us could stumble through | Chris Pozniak |
| 44 | What any of us could fail at | Anonymous |
| 45 | or succeed. | Charlotte MacNaughton |
| 46 | These heroes of ours | Frances Daprato |
| 47 | went into the darkness | Tino DosSantos |
| 48 | and left all they had | Gerard Drouin |
| 49 | behind them. | Tino DosSantos |
| 50 | In this, | Miles Rowat |
| 51 | they gave us their gifts | Anonymous |
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| 53 | We’d scream at our televisions, shout with our families | Timothy Duncan |
| 54 | ||
| 55 | And in those moments | Robert Marrs |
| 56 | ||
| 57 | Just these humans fighting with everything they have | Peter Wismath |
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| 59 | ||
| 60 | before the lights came back on and we no longer heard the chorus in our head, | Leslie Henderson |
| 61 | ||
| 62 | and our bodies felt connected to their kind. | Robert Marrs |
| 63 | ||
| 64 | Rise before the crack of dawn | John Champion |
| 65 | Pull up, push up, condition, train, not quit. | Tino DosSantos |
| 66 | And in our striving to be like the ones we believed in | Tino DosSantos |
| 67 | we endured and remained when our bodies and hearts got broken, | Zev Zlotnick |
| 68 | ||
| 69 | To live fiercely, but tread lightly – | Anonymous |
| 70 | ||
| 71 | For these are only borrowed moments. | Ladislav Kucis |
| 72 | And just as all the ones before us rose and faded, | Robert Marrs |
| 73 | ||
| 74 | into the sweet stillness of age and time fade | 2020 Armor |
| 75 | ||
| 76 | So let us, as we walk, | Robert Marrs |
| 77 | ||
| 78 | and as we glance behind us and see the faces, the millions of eyes and | John-Charles Heins |
| 79 | glowing hearts beating strong | Louis-Charles Laliberte |
| 80 | Let us remember the privilege it is | Sheila Drouin |
| 81 | ||
| 82 | through our days and nights as messengers of what we can be. | Tino DosSantos |
| 83 | For when we push ourselves through barriers and walls, | Albert Laliberté |
| 84 | we might all feel the collapse of divisions and space between us. | Robert Marrs |
| 85 | And even if the world is sad or broken | Mary Cicinelli |
| 86 | If people are angry or misunderstood | Gregory McKenzie |
| 87 | Perhaps we can quietly learn from our ancestors of sport | Jonathan Wigley |
| 88 | ||
| 89 | our voices need to sing, our fists need to pound | Yan Huckendubler |
| 90 | And our hearts need to beat a little faster for something to believe in. | Gregory Betty |
| 91 | For nowadays, though my laces aren’t as tight | Vincent Roy |
| 92 | and I no longer run to stand the tallest ground, | Sean Cannon |
| 93 | ||
| 94 | and see their magnificence and wonder. | Robert Marrs |
| 95 | ||
| 96 | I can only hope that in me somewhere is that same guidance | Luella Rose Mink |
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