I PACE MYSELF, FOR THE TURN
THEIR'S STILL SO MUCH, I HAVEN'T LEARNED
AND YET I THINK TO MYSELF
OF WHAT COULD BE?
AT THE FINISH LINE FOR ME
AND HOW I NEED TO BE ME
MY HEART IS PUMPING
AND THEIRS NO SOUND
AT LEAST, I CATCH A GLIMPSE OF WHAT'S AROUND
I FEEL MY BODY MOVE ONE STEP MORE
AT THE FINISH LINE, WHAT'S IN STORE
THE GREATEST GIFT OF ALL I SEE
AND HOW I NEED TO BE ME
I CROSS THE LINE WITH ALL MY MIGHT
NO QUESTIONS, NO CAMERA'S FOR ME TO FIGHT
ALL I HAD WAS SHOES IN HAND
SOMEWAY AND SOMEHOW IT'S IN GOD'S PLAN
AT THE FINISH LINE FOR ME
HOW IT FEEL TO BE ME
THE GREATEST GIFT OF ALL I SEE
HOW IT TRUL.Y FELT TO BE ME
IM TRULY THANKFUL TO BE FREE
AND IT'S O.K. I SEE
HOW IT FELT TO BE ME
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
It seems to flow purely from the heart...