One step at a time, I carve my way,
Though to their eyes, I seem to stray.
The world may groan, “Why so slow?”
But this is the speed my heart will go.
They used to say, "Chase the hare, don’t fall,"
I pushed too hard, ignored it all.
The weight of their words broke me down,
Chasing shadows, I almost drowned.
I ran too fast, my legs gave way,
Left in the dark for countless days.
Pretending to be what I’m not,
I lost myself in battles I fought.
Through falls and scars, I’ve come to see,
The race isn’t theirs, it belongs to me.
The finish line no longer defines,
What matters is this heart of mine.
I’ll move at the rhythm my soul has found,
Unshaken by voices that echo around.
This race is my own, not to win, not to lose,
But to love every step, it’s the path I choose.
Now I embrace this steady stride,
No rush to match the fleeting tide.
The joy in the journey lights my way,
I’m running for me, come what may.
The hare may dart, the crowd may cheer,
But I’ll keep moving, without fear.
Each step I take is a song I sing,
A melody of the joy it brings.
I’ll move at the rhythm my soul has found,
Unshaken by voices that echo around.
This race is my own, not to win, not to lose,
But to love every step, it’s the path I choose.
If I could tell my younger self,
"Don’t measure worth by someone else."
The slowest pace can still feel free,
When every stride belongs to me.
I’ll move at the rhythm my soul has found,
Unshaken by voices that echo around.
This race is my own, not to win, not to lose,
But to love every step, it’s the path I choose.
I’ll move at the rhythm my soul has found,
Unshaken by voices that echo around.
This race is my own, not to win, not to lose,
But to love every step, it’s the path I choose.