Tuesday, July 17, 2012

Race of Life

The wind rustles my hair,
As I run without a care,
I cannot trip as I fly,
Almost up to the sky.
I cannot stop, no, not ever,
I will continue this worthy endeavor,
I shall not quit, I'll keep on going,
My end only I am sewing.
I fly, my feet going and faster,
I run, my heart flying to the sky,
I cry, my legs burning like fire,
You'll be at the end, you and I.
So run your race, don't stop,
Don't even try and hesitate,
You've got to keep on running,
You just can't be late.
So I fly along the road,
Past the humble abode,
Flying towards the sky,
Only you and I.

~Storyteller

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