"Quit give up your beaten"
They shout at you and plead
"Theres just to much aginst you
This time you cant succed".
And as I stand to hang my head
In front of failures face
My downward fall is broken by
The memory of a race
And hope refills my weakened will
As I recall that scene
Or just the thought of that short race
Rejuvenates my being
Childerens race, young boys
Young men, how I rember well
Excitement sure, but also fear
It wasnt hard to tell
They all lined up so full of hope
Each thought to will…