Then, I would run beside the river
With only thoughts of victory
I felt the slipping of the seasons
The cruel end of everything

Heavy on the ground
Wide world so small
Over and over
Weary and worn

I see the fight that flows within you
The single vision that you keep
The winged feet the body tapered
No mortal man has everything

Heavy on the ground
Wide world so small
Over and over
Weary and worn

Feel the weight of everything
Chariot I plead
Crush them where they stand
Everything here is good
There's nothing I fear at all
Torment be here no more