Eternal Runner

The Race

All are in it, and most live of it

The masses trod along

The victor is he who rises above it

And despite the odds he remains strong

The Pace

The race is to not he who is swifter

Nor to the first out of the gate.

It is certainly not to the peerless drifter,

But to he who can run the most straight

To stay the path and to stay it steady

Through the rain and winds and night

One foot, then another, and always ready

For another step is all the fight

The Racer

He knows His voice, he does not fear it

He is powered by the flame

It burns inside him and warms his spirit

It’s been passed down with his name

The race he runs he runs it well

Carrying the torch to cross the line

Through fire and flame and endless hell

For he knows victory is divine

There will always be He the Racer

The Racer charges on

He runs eternal He the chaser

Chasing after dawn