The Line

words and music by Micah Fickett

A single shot
The dam breaks
The race begins
The earth shakes

Press on knowing the goal
Wanting the prize strive
Pain grows as the race goes
But pain turns to joy at the finish line

Exhilaration fades
Reality sets in
Comrades are gone
The road is long, but I . . .

Witnesses surround
Friends scream
Mind fatigued
Hears the cheers

With the end in sight
Nothing else matters
Tired legs
Must move faster
I Cross the line
Past pain is glory
Wish I hurt more
Past pain is glory

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