The Race

I'm tired
I'm sore
My eyes are black,
My heart is torn.
"Just don't give up" is what I repeat.
"You got this Tiffany" is what I weep.
Everyday is a new struggle
All I have to do is move forward,
Escape this tunnel.

It's like I'm running on a track
I'm three fourths through
I'm first in line and there is no looking back.
I did this to myself,
I'm almost to the end
so force speed runs through my head.

I'm sweating, my legs are sore,
I'm running faster and faster
until I can't feel no more.
I see the end I'm almost there
My breath is heavy,
I can see everyone stare.
Just keep this pace
Keep running,
Tiffany YOU WILL WIN THIS RACE.

Im going to win
I'm to determined not too.
I know I'm tired
I know I'm sore,
My heart is defiently torn.
I won't look back
"Just don't give up" "You got this."
Tiffany, Victory is where you are at!