The runner’s soul aches for the long and winding road,
The challenge is his abode,
What he sees and what he hears,
Advancing in age, through the years,
Placing one foot in front of the other,
Fast as lightning with passion, roaring like thunder,
The runner’s time on the long and winding road is limited,
But he is not restricted,
Wanting nothing but to conquer,
Will the runner find his way back?
As he finds no other,
But only the path that leads to power.