The race

Sweat drips down
from upon his face
his palms are clammy,
he keeps up his pace

he collapses and falls
to the ground so hard
the picture of her
his mind wont discard

she was pale and her lips
were so ice cold
her eyes were shut
yet they still seemed bold

like they always had been,
so pretty and blue
when he thought about her
its like she knew

because when he did
something would happen
like fate stepped in
and his eyes would open

to the vision of this girl
that haunts him now
she cannot leave
when she doesn't know how

and to help her now
would be just a waste
she is almost gone
but leaves a taste

of bitterness and despair
so cold and true
stop think again,
this race needs you

the girl needs you
to carry on in her place
for her, she needs you
to finish this race