It's ON again! Now, who's to blame?
This LIGHT is our
Though switched to "off," to my dismay,
Once I walk away.
Years, repeatedly extinguished;
I have relinquished.
Passed to those who reignite,
Aglow, and bright.
When The Games come to our city,
We will aid
The Torch Committee.
Burning dreams will all be kept:
My well-trained, "keepers"