The heavenly sight of the finish line
Devine scent of conquest
Bells of triumph itch to resound
Crowds await to bare witness
Doves anticipate their release
The judges there to approve

A perilous mile it has been
An unforgiving mountain to climb
Fighting a wounded bear
Pulling a locomotive train
Sailing against the tides
Body and mind cannot bear

It was like building in the sea
Constructing lakes in a desert
Brick by brick I moved
Step by step I took
Ounce by ounce I lifted
Training, preparing, waiting

Alas the finish ribbon was near
The glorious ribbon only steps away
The latter pain seemed as nothing
It turned into a pleasurous joy
Breaths away from the moment of glory

The bells did ring
And the trumpets too
The crowds cheered
Birds were released
The Judges did grant
Oh honey is the taste of victory