There’s a dignity to running a race,
For a cause, or someone you love
A spirit of a kind, that can’t be compared
And that no evil can rise above.
The boy who ran for his mother,
In her memory, after she died.
The daughter who ran with her father,
And is always a help by his side.
There’s a dignity in being a helper,
For runners who are visually impaired
People are running for victims,
For children who live their lives scared.
People of all sizes and nations
Running for all kinds of reasons
Raising money beyond expectation
Training through all of the seasons
…yes, there was dignity in what happened today…
Muscles will be broken and pained.
But the spirit isn’t broken, but strengthened,
And it’s in spirit that hope is retained.