I'm much too lazy to email this to Sarah for editing

I can never find my victory speech amongst these trophies for third.
I'm the last place runner sreamin', "Dear God, give me the words!"
I wanna sing and sing aloud for something greater,
No more delay, no more "later"
And I don't sing for broken dreams, but I'll take a song of hope to a broken mess.
I don't want broken hearts strewn across my floor, an endless pile of nothingness.
I want wholesome life from the only one qualified to give it.
And, in time, maybe a wife with which to live it.