A passion that fed his soul and quenched his thirst
He was in love with the blessing, not with the curse
The curse of addiction and major friction between between the shoes and the pavement on every mission
He has a certain freedom to own each trail
He did it with broad shoulders and uplifted his inner male
He fell for the wind crashing on his face
Infatuated with the feeling of making his own pace
It was the sensation he got with every step he took
Not just a step but a leap towards his hook
Again, hooked like a drug running through your veins
Not just running, but soaring through the pains
Every journey was better than the last
All he had was a record to pass
A separate outlet that had his heart
Granted him an accident that tore him apart
His chalk-covered hands dictated his next move
As his legs and whole body knew he was almost through
A simple mistake had his life in gravity's hands
Like a drug, he eventually fell from his high, back down to land
For a split second he wished it was lucid
Unfortunately, it was a reality that hit and it was incredibly abusive
Free falling. God calling. Heart dwelling. Soul selling.
Doing anything to take it back
He shouted for a second chance
For fate was not on his side
Yet fate left him with a heart-wrenching cry
Why he shouted, why
But do not ask why, only thank his reason and now abide
So embrace his crutches, and inability to climb
Because now he can look back and appreciate his ride
His ride in his chair is the only race he can feel
It's his new drug now, the shoot up, his thrill
A pace solely controlled by his arms
But at the end of the day, no heroin can live up to his five-mile charm
Handicapable he said, I'm okay I'm okay
With no patronizing to accept
Being told to lay low and to elevate his grieve
He cringes as each day goes, only wishing to be set free
As he steps up to the plate and looks up to the cliff
He falls back in love with the wall of pure bliss
Don't pull a Cameron, tie your knot right
They joke around while he can only sit tight
(You Think)
The one-legged man suits up in his harness
Attaches the rope and jumps on completely fearless
Every muscle clinches sending him out of this world
This drug of his choice makes his whole body curl
A community of climbers with all the same love
Encourage this risk taker, even when he's high up above
High off the wall of rocks, mind talks, and physical blocks
He can't come down; all he can do is quench the withdrawal
Finally relieved and resting
Head to toe he is alive and still question
This wonder in his world will never let him down
Its like your first love, unforgettable
So discreet yet shouts so loud
One month down, one month to go
As the hours pass, the track gets so immensely close
Every run was an adventure and every climb was a journey
But this chapter in his life will be done in a hurry
The light in his eyes when he looks at hi challenge makes the smile on his face beautifully outrageous
The vide he gives off and electric energy is nothing but beautifully contagious
Little does he know his drive is life changing
Little does he know, his love is a drug that is blood raging
Heart pumping, palm sweating, chalk calming and nike swaying
Cameron Morales, a legend of Clovis
Runs this town and gives you little to no notice
Watch out for his ways, he will sweep you like a drug
Shoot up your organs, making your determination so strong and so tough
As this comes to an end only one thing can belay
It's his heart and his soul
His trust wide-open freeways
For this is your warning, he will latch your anchor
And before you know it, you two will be dancing in his heavenly chamber
For love is now on his clock
The only thing stopping you is the gunshot to release you from your starting box
So pull the trigger of this slightly tender gun
Good luck on your race to high life with the one and only, CamRun
