Letras
The world is a painting some cannot see
But the colors are felt in the heart's energy
You don't need the light to define where you stand
When you carry the sun in the palm of your hand
It's the spark in the spirit, the fire in the bone
A language of courage that's purely your own
So be the light for the blind, a vision so bright
That the darkness retreats from your internal light
Be the soul for the deaf, a rhythm, a beat
That vibrates the pavement beneath moving feet
Enthusiasm is the power, the pulse, and the grace
To set your own tempo and win your own race
So race! And set your own tempo and win your own race
The silence is heavy, the shadows are long
But your passion is louder than any old song
You might find a mountain where others see plains
But the joy in your hustle will break all the chains
It isn't about what the body can do
It's the "yes" in your spirit that's pulling you through
It's a laugh that catches like a wildfire flame
It's a strength that refuses to stay in the frame
It's not just surviving or getting along
It's turning the struggle into the song
Be the light for the blind, a vision so bright
That the darkness retreats from your internal light
Be the soul for the deaf, a rhythm, a beat
That vibrates the pavement beneath moving feet
Enthusiasm is the power, the pulse, and the grace
To set your own tempo and win your own race
So race!
("You got to adore...{the journey}")
Be the light for the blind, a vision so bright
That the darkness retreats from your internal light
Be the soul for the deaf, a rhythm, a beat
That vibrates the pavement beneath moving feet
Enthusiasm is the power, the pulse, and the grace
To set your own tempo and win your own race
So race! Oooooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
The spark is inside...
Let it glow, let it rise
You are the rhythm
You are the light.