Cross-Country Trophy

Sitting on my trophy stand
Reminding me of the day I ran
A couple K’s across the land
Then finally finished tired and puffed

That little boy made of metal
Always watching over me
It may be small but it’s meaningful
Encouraging me to do my best

It’s still as if he's dead
But to me he’s so alive
Always running like a hunted deer
He looks so much like me