I've got a pair of shoes.

They are new, fresh,

clean.

 

Here comes the race;

I want to win

nervous

 

We start to race and my heart beats

beats and beats

my shoes are carrying me along

 

What is it I'm climbing?

Can't they see this

am I the only one?

alone

 

Yet I'm not alone

I've got my shoes

worn

 

Focusing on the finish line

I see a rock in my way

failure

 

Was I meant to win?

tears and sorrow

Why do I bother getting up

eureka

 

I'm meant to stand up

say NO to doubt and fear

they may pull me like gravity

I don't listen

 

My knees are scraped

My shoes are run-down

diligence

 

Cross the finish line

claimed victory

healed

 

I've got a pair of shoes.

They are new, fresh,

clean.