The clock keeps ticking,
And it feels like it's a matter of time before we lose our race.
The lies we told are quickly snapping at our little heals,
And I'm afraid were losing our race.
Please dont lose hold of my hand,
Cause i think we can make it.
Our new life is only a sprint away,
So please keep hold of my hand.
I know the obstacles are getting bigger,
And its getting harder to see the finish line,
But it's there.
We need to stop looking back,
We cant win this race by remembering our past.
And I'm sorry I keep looking back.
And I'm sorry I'm losing my grip.
But please dont let me go.
Cause the clock keeps ticking,
And I'm afraid were going to lose the race.
