Endurance

I have seen it many times The come from behind The come from behind The come from behind And the chanting crowd of gold; And it will not be last this upsetting. The marathon separates will from mettle And mortal From immortal memory. I have seen the runner steadfast And who for steadfastness settle Find victory When front flesh pestled by the hackle Of burning lung Drinking more oxygen than that percentage In the heritage of air, Frets away into the tiredness of despair. A man who cannot run anymore Leaves a note of surrender To the one who goes before Stay the course, do not despair your position The wind of change is sudden And invisible in the heart of man, And invisible what is in the heart of man.