You’re trying to give life a meaning, I see you working so hard at it.
You wake up and you’re thinking, I hope this makes sense to me soon.
While everything that’s happening seems to go against your plan,
you’re hoping and reaffirming that it’s all working for your good.
We all get to that spot when we want to fling the baton and leave the race,
but the rules resound loudly in our ears, “don’t stop until the baton is passed”
Though it hurts, we keep breathing and pacing on our lane
Run we must, for they are others to carry our torch
and they must see how every trial refined and strengthened our hearts