As I walk along the race.
Silent in thoughts I make pace.
With a heart cold as ice.
With a smile just as nice.
At distance something bright.
What appears to be a light.
Hardly visible through the fog.
So moving up with a jog.
A voice inside pulls me strong.
Which tells me nothing's wrong.
Walk with pride head held up high.
Throw your worries with a sigh.
Never quit though difficult.
Or not clear where destined.
