Thousands of miles
Run like horses
In the military wing
To come out a winner, and get the prize
The miles though long
There is a hidden promise
The water of life
Placed ahead, yes ahead of the journey
Someone come, let's run
The hardened race ever but garner the metal
Not of silver, diamond not gold
But a precious metal
It needs patience, perseverance and meekness
There is a secret
For the runner of the race
A favor of energy, hidden between
Come, let's run.
A Prize Ahead
Francis Omariba
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