When you feel that you're worn
Slap down to the bone
With no earthly way
That you can go on

When you feel you can't face
Another day
When the troubles of life
Seem to get in the way

That's when there's a clear
Word from the Lord
The race is not long
Run hard

When the encouragement you need
Seldom is seen
And the courage you have
Escapes from the melee

When you have no more strength
In which to carry
When turmoil and strife
Is all that you see

That's when there's a clear
Word from the Lord
The race is not long
Run hard

When you find that life
Has both a bark and a bite
And you're not sure anymore
That you're able to fight

When most of your time's spent
On wobbly knees
And you come to the point
Where you give up on your "me"

That's when there's a clear
Word from the Lord
The race is not long
Run hard

Have you ever reached out to touch something,
That is simply not within your reach?
I feel so stupid,
Lying on my back,
Looking at a ceiling that used to feel taller.
Which is weird because as a matter of fact,
It now seems lower than when I was smaller.

I'm not saying it's a metaphor,
But I had asked the universe for a sign.

I can just hear your stupid voice in the back of my head.
Saying some stupid joke or a play on words.
"Be careful my dear,
Objects aren't always closer than they appear."

let us run fast into the light
unbeknownst of what lay ahead
holding hands and laughing
with no tomorrows to dread

let us run fast enough that
we leave a part of us behind
a part that slow us down,
a past that had us confined

let us not stop laughing
screaming in arrogant glee
let tears roll out of joy and
we will rewrite history

let us keep this journey up
its fun: do not bid adieu
let me tell you one more time,
PS: I love you!