The Spirit Of Man

I'm chasing a shadow, I can't see a thing,
It's dipping and diving like a bird on the wing,
And every time I get near it just seems to slip away;

There's a fighter inside who will never give up,
We are what we are and it's never enough,
Write the words in the sand that this man will come again;

You may run from the sea, and the words disappear,
Oh you may fall to your knees,
But the power is here, to survive;

It's shining again,
It's shining again - the spirit of man,
It's shining again - the spirit of man;

Ah remember the first day of man on the moon,
The whole world was watching, a whole world in tune,
It was hard to believe he was the same as me and you;

Oh look back to the future and look down the years,
It wasn't all battles and bad news and tears,
We have brought to this place a desire to have a dream;

We may reach for the stars, and fall from the sky,
Oh in the darkest hour the spirit of man comes to life;

It's shining again - the spirit of man,
It's shining again - the spirit of man,
It's shining again - the spirit of man;

And we work - aha - for the good things that we can have,
Yea we work - aha - for the family and home,
Yea we work - aha - for the D-Mark and the dollar,
Yea we work - aha - for the woman on the phone,
Yea we work - aha - for that moment of elation,
Yea we work - aha - for a chance to get away,
And we work - aha - just to let imagination,
Come inside and take me away;

We may reach for the stars, and fall from the sky,
Ooh in the darkest hour the spirit of man comes to life;

It's shining again - the spirit of man,
It's shining again - the spirit of man,
It's shining again - the spirit of man.

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