Title: Morgan's Run

Style: Jazz

 

Five days a week under the sun,
Morgan grows with every run,
But it's hard. It's hurts.
Yet strangely, it's fun.

 

Train six months, six months of fire,
Adding miles per week is her desire.

 

[Chorus]
Run to the finish.
Run like the wind.
Her heart beats.
She pictures a win.
Having goals with fire,
She knows she can win.
She knows, it's twenty six miles
From rim to rim.
So Morgan run. She wants to win.

 

[piano upbeat solo]

 

Early mornings the world still sleeps
But her road whispers,
"Strong legs you'll reap."
"Come press your limits.
You'll break your chains."
She thinks, "Oh, yes, I'll run in the rain."

Through all the sweat, through the pain,
One more run is one more gain.
Morgan knows, it's mind over pain.

 

[Chorus]
Run to the finish.
Run like the wind.
Her heart beats.
She pictures a win.

Having goals with fire,
She knows she can win.
She knows, it's twenty six miles
From rim to rim.

So Morgan run.

She wants to win.

Morgan, you won.
Morgan, you’re born to thrive.
Woman, you're born to thrive.