Step by step, I carve my road,
Though they may say, “Why so slow?”
The world may sigh, its pace too fast,
But this is how I’ll make it last.
Once they told me, "Catch the hare!"
I tried too hard, ignored the care.
Their voices harsh, their words a chain,
Chasing dreams, I felt the strain.
Through the falls, the bruises deep,
I’ve learned the truth that I must keep.
This race, it’s not for them to win,
It’s my own heart, my place to begin.
I’ll move with the rhythm of my own song,
Unmoved by the noise that plays me wrong.
This race is mine, not to lose, not to claim,
But to savor each step, I’ll play my game.
Now I walk at my own pace,
Not chasing time, but finding grace.
The joy I seek is in each stride,
I run for me, with nothing to hide.
The hare may dash, the crowd may cheer,
But I’ll stay grounded, free from fear.
Each step I take is all I need,
A journey of joy, where my heart leads.
I’ll move with the rhythm of my own song,
Unmoved by the noise that plays me wrong.
This race is mine, not to lose, not to claim,
But to savor each step, I’ll play my game.
If I could speak to the past I knew,
"Don’t measure your worth by someone’s view."
The slowest pace can set you free,
When every stride belongs to me.
I’ll move with the rhythm of my own song,
Unmoved by the noise that plays me wrong.
This race is mine, not to lose, not to claim,
But to savor each step, I’ll play my game.
I’ll move with the rhythm of my own song,
Unmoved by the noise that plays me wrong.
This race is mine, not to lose, not to claim,
But to savor each step, I’ll play my game.
Step by step, I carve my road,
Though they may say, “Why so slow?”
The world may sigh, its pace too fast,
But this is how I’ll make it last.
Once they told me, "Catch the hare!"
I tried too hard, ignored the care.
Their voices harsh, their words a chain,
Chasing dreams, I felt the strain.
Through the falls, the bruises deep,
I’ve learned the truth that I must keep.
This race, it’s not for them to win,
It’s my own heart, my place to begin.
I’ll move with the rhythm of my own song,
Unmoved by the noise that plays me wrong.
This race is mine, not to lose, not to claim,
But to savor each step, I’ll play my game.
Now I walk at my own pace,
Not chasing time, but finding grace.
The joy I seek is in each stride,
I run for me, with nothing to hide.
The hare may dash, the crowd may cheer,
But I’ll stay grounded, free from fear.
Each step I take is all I need,
A journey of joy, where my heart leads.
I’ll move with the rhythm of my own song,
Unmoved by the noise that plays me wrong.
This race is mine, not to lose, not to claim,
But to savor each step, I’ll play my game.
If I could speak to the past I knew,
"Don’t measure your worth by someone’s view."
The slowest pace can set you free,
When every stride belongs to me.
I’ll move with the rhythm of my own song,
Unmoved by the noise that plays me wrong.
This race is mine, not to lose, not to claim,
But to savor each step, I’ll play my game.
I’ll move with the rhythm of my own song,
Unmoved by the noise that plays me wrong.
This race is mine, not to lose, not to claim,
But to savor each step, I’ll play my game.