(Verse 1) Lace up the day, no promises made, Just the rhythm of breath, the sun and the shade. Some days I’m flying, loud in the sky, Other days I’m quiet, barely scraping by. (Pre-Chorus) But every mile’s a stroke on the story I tell, Of joy and pain, of rising and fell. (Chorus) Every run is a work of art, Painted with the beat of my heart. Some are shouts that break the dawn, Some are whispers that carry me on. A eulogy for who I’ve been, A celebration starting again. One foot, then the next emotion— It’s a canvas in motion. (Verse 2) Raindrops fall like brushes in hand, Drawing strength in the softest sand. Sometimes I'm running just to breathe, Sometimes I'm chasing what I believe. (Pre-Chorus) But whether it’s thunder or soft refrain, Each step echoes joy or pain. (Chorus) Every run is a work of art, Painted with the beat of my heart. Some are shouts that break the dawn, Some are whispers that carry me on. A eulogy for who I’ve been, A celebration starting again. One foot, then the next emotion— It’s a canvas in motion. (Bridge) I don’t need an audience, Just open sky and consequence. Every trail tells a truth I need, In the silence or at top speed. (Final Chorus) Every run is a work of art, A soul unleashed, a brand-new start. Some are tears and some are cheers, Some are healing yesteryears. A story written without a pen, Over and over again. Every breath, every small devotion— It’s a canvas in motion. (Outro) Yeah, it’s a canvas in motion... A masterpiece in motion...
