My soul shattered
That’s the cause of this race
Hit the ground running
Sound good
While then sun is in your face
And the wings on your back
Has the lift you need to take
But Hit the ground running
Shattered my mental state
See I had to keep a steady pace
Asthma would be my reminder
If I didn’t smoke that pain away
Shattered bones of mine will keep running
Just as long as I don’t delay
But there won’t be a finish line
No, not for many days
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