A shaky smile on his face. A cap upon his head in place. With zigzag limbs and legs astray, he runs amidst the hills today. The buildings loom. The sky is vast. He holds a flag up high to last. A white flag fluttered in the wind, and a red arrow was pinned in his hand. Through valleys deep and mountains high, he runs and runs with purpose nigh. He strives to reach his goal and quest with every step and breath. This man of courage, bold and true, will never stop until he's through. He runs toward a brighter day with a flag and arrow guiding his way.