My hands in between
Knives from my fellowmen
All sharp, they sheen
Hot to trot, eager to win
Yet no fear, I’ll go closer
Stab me then, the harder, the better!
Won’t feel it anyway
My mind’s at peace, won’t let you play
Instead, I’ll carry you, I’ll lift you up
You’ll hear me cheer, you’ll hear me clap
And under you, you’ll see a glowing face
It’s me who won over my yesterday’s race