Though the snow came down.
As the pond was frozen.
Our skis were waxed.
As our feet were clothin'.
The crowd showed up to win the gold.
But the silver shined on.
As the bronze took hold.
A metal of honer.
We wear at our neck.
Ski-board in hand.
So what the heck.
The torch burns bright.
As it travels its distance.
Lighting our skies.
For the Winter Olympics...
