Chase You Pt. 2
I’m running for the Mount
I’m breathing ice and rain
For all I’m not
This strength I’ve got
Is more than I can claim
The road looks so unused
A narrow, rigid track
The growth is dense
But easy since
This burden’s off my back
The yoke I used to tote
Would make my thin legs shake
With wheezing cough
I threw it off
And ran for goodness’ sake
Thank God my load is light
My feet are ripe to race
My chains are gone
Here comes the dawn
So let’s pick up the pace
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