Get to the Line

They don’t see the mornings when the world still feels asleep,

When your lungs are screaming fire and the burn is getting deep.

When the lactic hits your legs like you’re dragging through cement,

And your heartbeat’s in your throat from every rep you just spent.

You’re running with a purpose that nobody understands,

They just see the medals — never see the shaking hands.

They don’t feel the vision blur when the coach yells “Time!”

Or the way your stomach drops when he says, “Get to the line.”

You’re fighting for a moment that you swear is yours to take,

But the grind is full of choices that your body wants to break.

Still you lace up with the pressure that would crush another soul,

’Cause the track don’t give you mercy — only those who take control.

So you train like you have never won before,

Push the pain until you’re crawling through the door.

And you compete like you have already won,

Like the victory was decided long before the race was run.

They’ll never know the battles that you fought when you were done

But they’ll swear they always knew you were the one.

You know that lactic acid feeling when your legs start locking up,

When your stride turns into thunder and your lungs can’t get enough.

When your heartbeat’s like a war drum trying hard to break your chest,

And your mind is yelling “quit” but your soul won’t let you rest.

You’ve tasted metal in your mouth from every sprint you had to chase,

Seen the world go black‑and‑white while you’re trying to hold your pace.

You’ve felt the track beneath you tilt like gravity’s undone,

But you keep on driving forward ’cause you know you’re built to run.

They don’t know the lonely nights when you question if you’re strong,

Or the days you swear you’re failing but you still refuse the wrong.

They don’t hear the quiet voice that whispers, “Kid, you’re almost there,”

Or the roar inside your chest that says, “Stand up — don’t you dare.”

So you train like you have never won before,

Push the pain until you’re crawling through the door.

And you compete like you have already won,

Like the victory was decided long before the race was run.

They’ll never know the battles that you fought when you were done

But they’ll swear they always knew you were the one.

This is for the burn that makes your heartbeat skip,

For the moments when your vision starts to fade and slip.

For the times you hit the curve and your legs feel numb,

But you tell yourself, “Keep pushing — this is where champions come.”

This is for the line you face when the world feels heavy,

For the voice in your head saying, “Kid, stay steady.”

For the pain, for the doubt, for the grind, for the run —

For the moment you rise and they call you the one.

So you train like you have never won before,

Let the suffering become the reason you want more.

And you compete like you have already won,

’Cause the hardest part was everything you’ve done.

They’ll cheer your name and think victory