It’s not a race written by Joanne Robinson, Kathrine Robinson and Alan.s.Robinson

It’s not a race, there’s no first place

No coming last, and no disgrace

You can only defeat yourself, defeat yourself

Sprint on ahead, or fall behind

Stand out alone, or stand in line

But choose it for yourself, for your own self

Each foot that falls, from heel to toe

And points the way, that you will go

Will move you on along, along and on

You try your best, and when it’s done

Lay down to rest and watch the sun

Sink into the west the day is gone

Choose the route, that your mood suits

Select yourself, without dispute

Press the chosen path, beneath your boot

By rocky ledge, where eagles fledge

Along the mountains broken edge

By forest track, where days turns black

As tall trees mass to keep light back

By sun soaked streams, in glens that gleam

Bright with hope and golden beams

That catch the flickering silver of your dreams

Of your dreams

It’s not a race, go your own pace

Go quick with speed, then go with grace

You alone can choose the place, the sacred place

You alone and you yourself can know yourself