The Race
Defeat! He lay there silently, a tear dropped from his eye,” There’s no sense running anymore – three strikes and I’m out – why try?” The will to rise… Defeat! He lay there silently, a tear dropped from his eye,” There’s no sense running anymore – three strikes and I’m out – why try?” The will to rise has disappeared, all hope had fled away, so far behind, so error prone, closer all the way. “I’ve lost, so what’s the use”, he thought “I’ll live with my disgrace.” But then he thought about his dad who soon he’d have to face. Get up, and echo sounded low, get up and take your place. You were not meant for failure here, so get up and win the race. With Borrowed will, “Get up!” It said, “You haven’t lost at all, for winning is not more than this, to rise each time you fall.” So he rose to win once more, and with new commitment he resolved to win or lose, at least he wouldn’t quit. So far behind the others now, the most he’d ever been, still he gave it all he had, and ran as though to win. Three times he’d fallen stumbling, three times he rose again. Too far behind to
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