I am enchanted by the man who walks through fire
I stretch my arms to catch the cinders
And recoil at the flames, eyes still glowing under the blaze
What courage and stamina he must have
To walk through scalding flame, and endure burning hardship
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But I am a coward, afraid of pain and injury
So I wait for the embers to cool,
And I watch the man who walks through fire;
I wonder how many of us will really walk through flames
And how many of us are just watching and waiting.
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Each day I try again to brace the flames
And each day again, I recoil.
How can I not be captivated by him, who walks ahead of me?
How I wish that I could touch his hot skin
And say that I too have walked through flame
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What visions I have of my journey through fire
How I'd dance upon the coals, and put on a show
The people would clap and admire my burning feet
and the show would go on with me in the spotlight
stepping softly across the burning stage
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But I am no dancer, and this is not my stage
Life is a show which belongs to more mysterious actors
And all I can do, is to watch the man who walks through fire
To applaud his dashing bravery, and admire his burning pace
And chase his back at a faraway distance.
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And if one day I should find myself at the forefront
And feel the stares of those left behind in my wake
I shall follow his footsteps through the flame
And step over the blackened coals where he had walked before
To wherever this road shall lead us.
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Oh, how we chase the man who walks through fire.
Walk on, my heroes,
Walk on.