The Race
Chasing the banner
But the race never ends
I manage a smile, engage in banter
Yet there is turmoil deep within
I have a fire, an eternal flame
That refuses to burn out
I run this race, I will not be ashamed
By those who have nothing but insults to shout
I will finish until the bittersweet end
And I will wear the victor's crown
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