The race is hard
And the road is long
It’s not for the faint of heart
Tests and trials round every bend
Blisters and a blazing sun
You’re halfway home
When doubt creeps in
Do I have what it takes to last
Moving to the crest of the final hill
Legs and lungs burning….
you’re praying and yearning….
for the sight of finish line
There up ahead
With arms spent yet churning
Is the racer number 461
You look unbelieving
At what you’re seeing
His wheelchair turns for home
The boy must be seventeen or less
Faced drenched in sweat and dust
You’re aching legs now sprint for the end
Your spirit begins to soar
The race always has its lessons
But today was so much more
Beyond the pain you discovered
That each one has their cross to bear
Oh sure the race is hard
And without doubt the road is long
But with faith and perseverance….you commit to run
Every race like the kid #461
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