Justify
My faith in you
My decision to see this through
My hope you’ll be one of the few.
Justify
Our desire to cheer
As you burst through the stretch in the clear
Our belief that you have no peer.
Justify
Your place in history
As you sprint round the turn breaking free
You’re the star that was meant to be.
Justify
I hunger to briefly feel bliss
To see something I don’t want to miss
As the chase ends with a victory kiss.
Justify
A horse that transcends its name?
Running toward Triple Crown fame?
Doubt whispers that you’ll come up lame.