Cross Country

With the boom of a flare gun

The merciless war begins

No one can be an alliance

Because everyone strives to win

I start out slow and steady

Watching the sprinters advance

Soon they'll get tired

And I'll seize my chance

Pounding the concrete roads

Sliding through the damp grass

Attacking the steep slopes

My victims falling back

One by one they start walking

Sometimes they stop and rest

I smell sweet victory

Endurance at the test

My mission's almost done

Just a little ways to go

Sprinting like a tiger

I always finish strong

Now my quest is over

My comrades have yet to arrive

The enemies are approaching

Trying to survive

A champion's always humble

They cheer their allies on

But deep down they know

They are the chosen one