I was born to run./
The first time I kicked in the womb./ My race had begun./
And I’m running / a temperature that will leave a blazing trail / beneath my feet.
Even if the rivers in my eyes turn cold, /I have a promise to keep./
I was told to run, so I don’t crawl./
I run.
I don’t walk.
I run.
I’ve come too far from where I started from./
It’s time for me to run./
The rays from the sun direct me /
to the harbor, where I find energy for each one, /
who suffers from the heat exhaust. /
From all of the pain in the purse /
in the pocket /
in the hearse /
in the lock and the key /
Sometimes I trip over the hurdle. /
Sometimes the hurdle is me. /
When you chant and cheer I focus. /
on the lighthearted, beautiful, and divine, and I smile. /
I can see you standing by… I can see you. /
coaching and counting the seconds in the palm of your hand. /
As your thumb goes up and down, you’ll continue to stand.
And I’ll run across country, and you will track my steps. /
I’ll lean into the wind and pace myself, because it’s a long stretch. /
I’m thirsty for the last 100 meters and
I’ll drink the air that I breathe.
I’ll listen for your desires with my eyes closed.
I will tighten my grip on this steel baton and dream of igniting your torch. /
I daydream of being the fire that rockets you to the moon. /
I will give you freedom in your left hand and you’ll pass it on
to the next man or woman who can. /
See the gates of heaven open. /
Hear the voice loud and clear, “Well done.”/
I need you to help me. /
I need you to help me. /
I need you… to help me maintain a pathway. /
For every lost daughter.
For every lost son. /
Pick up this message.
Please deliver this message /

and RUN… RUN… RUN! /