The prize

There is a prize to be won
On every long run
When the spirit is high and
We take time to have some fun
When the sun shines wild
The wind is timid and mild
There is a prize to be won
On every long run
If the tunes of life and numb
And we take time to run
That extra mile in order
To see the setting sun and
Realise that life as it comes
Gives us no reason to be glum