Stooping to win

It's hard but keep pushing.

With scrapes and bruises, I kept pushing,
With bleeding fingers and feets, I kept pushing,
With thirst drying up my throat, I kept pushing,
And sweat dripping like rain, I kept pushing,
I must get to the end, I must win.


The obstacles looked insurmountable, yet I keep pushing,
The walls closed in, hyperventilating, yet I kept pushing,
The waves raged and crashed yet I kept pushing,
The storms stormed, shocking, shaking, yet I kept pushing,
The tunnel was dark, cold and empty but because I could glimpse a pinhole of light, I kept pushing,
I must get to the top, I must win.


I found foot holds and pushed,
I found hand holds and pushed,
I found life lines and pushed,
I crawled, still pushing,
In an instant, the pinhole of light widened,
My heartbeat ran faster, my hands and feet propelled by an invisible force,
The end is near, I can see the top,
I lifted my face to the sun light,
The cool breeze carressed my face,
I made it, I won, I'm a winner.