Finishing Second
It seems like to me,
That no matter how fast I run,
No matter how hard I try,
I'm never finishing first.
In the beginning of the race,
I move out in front of most.
I'm a close second or third,
But never finishing first.
When they get a little tired,
I shoot out into the lead.
I get a little closer,
But I'm never finishing first.
Sometimes I'm so close I can reach out and win
Sometimes I feel so far behind that I will never catch up.
I want so badly to win,
But I'm never finishing first.
I've come to the end of the race
I'm done with this game
I'm hanging up my running shoes
Haveing never finsishing in first
Copyright © Elizabeth Bark | Year Posted 2012
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