The Final Race
The Final Race The Engines roar in the mourning sun The Thousand Hearts ignite with burning flame The Race begins - no place for anyone Who fears the edge or shies away from fame The tyres scream on the curves that twist and bite Each second stretched across eternity The Lead is fought with grit and might A dance of risk and velocity Down straights we fly, with fate upon our heels, Through turns carve with precision. One slip, one twitch, the end becomes too real— A crash, a loss, a shattered dream's decision. But now we surge across the final line The crowd erupts—this victory is mine.