A little fast, a little slow A little high, a little low Through the years, the wind blows Through the years, the time flows.
The runner pants for moment Huffing and puffing for a breath of air His body aches, his sweat drips For a rare friend, his heart weeps.
The scorching heat burns his feet, As he remembers those memories sweet, The ***** wind hits his face He has to finish his unending race.
He runs and runs on a lonely stretch, Strewn with rocks of varying shapes, At his rare friend, the runner smiles He won't ever show how his heart cries.
Ahead he looks to places far away Soon he will be right on his way It's a long hard race with no winners No God in heaven, no hell for sinners.
There is no time to sit or sleep No time to ponder, for he must leave In all his spirits, away he goes Never to look back, his duty he knows.
He is the chosen one, condemned to live Never to receive, forever to give He runs alone, the long hard way In his journey, to meet life 'someday'.