Final Ten

[Verse] Four thirty-eight, the alarm's third plea My northern city, cold and grey Dust clouds rise from worn-out shoes Chasing dreams, I can't refuse Red lights blink, a silent hum My backpack waits, its zip undone Spare soles gleam, a worn-down patch Prepared for every grueling match [Pre-Chorus] Every meter, every stride Nowhere left for doubt to hide The track ahead, a midnight streak My spirit's strong, though flesh is weak [Chorus] Ten seconds left, the air's a vice Lungs like iron, burning ice Each breath a shard, a desperate fight Chasing dawn with all my might This final push, a raging fire Fueled by grit and pure desire! [Bridge] My lips are cracked, a crimson line A drop of sweat, a sun's design Reflects the track, a dizzy fall From level two-oh-one, I crawl Shattered hope at two-oh-three Where the baton waits for me [Verse] This blacktop road, it drinks my will Twenty-seven shocks, standing still Each second stretched, a tortured art Consuming doubt within my heart I run for gold, for country's pride With every tremor deep inside [Chorus] Ten seconds left, the air's a vice Lungs like iron, burning ice Each breath a shard, a desperate fight Chasing dawn with all my might This final push, a raging fire Fueled by grit and pure desire! [Outro]