I can not run
I can not hide
I can not go down a children’s slide

You can do this and I can do that
What I can do, others can not
I can race across a hot parking lot

Both of your feet would blister and burn
Those with two legs, two feet and a spine
Could never keep up with these two wheels of mine

As you lumber to find your way
One foot down and the other just so
I’m wheeling round and round, to and fro

To soar like a king or dance like a queen
Moving across that marbled dance floor
I can keep going and want more and more

When ‘ere your limbs become leaden and sore
Mine do not tire, I do not fret
My legs do not cramp when riding a jet

It’s blessed that I am and blessed that I’ll be
’Tis only at night when the whippoorwill calls
that I honestly don’t think about it much, at all

In that darkest of dark within nights deepest night
When my soul soars forth and struggles to fly
It’s only then I look down and wonder why

What did I do to earn such a fate
To all I am kind, loving and fair
Then why am I tied to this blasted wheelchair