Let's hear from Becky Hemsley as we walk around the Racetrack Road loop.
“She was not the type of girl
To summon up the dark
To sit amongst the dead of night
And never crave its spark
Instead she danced on comets,
Used the stars as stepping stones
She rode on beams of moonlight
And she called the sun her home
But if you looked beyond her rays
So warm and fiery bright
Then you’d have seen the shadows
That had led her to the light
Because beneath each moonbeam,
Every comet, each sunrise
Was the darkness that had once collapsed
The stars within her eyes
Her heart had once been frozen
And her shine had been eclipsed
But she’d made it through the darkness
Very slowly, bit by bit
Then she’d watched the world around her,
Saw what sadness lay behind it
And so she chose to be the light
For those who couldn’t find it
So yes, they saw her sunshine,
Saw her sparkle, saw her glow
They recognised her heart of gold
But what they didn’t know
Was that it wasn’t easy
And she’d only found the light
Because once she’d only known too well
How dark it gets at night
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