”Poor soul”, he thinks ”Diminished by a disability” I'm diminished only by your ignorance. I am not to be pitied Nor should you feel guilty for me Perhaps one day I'll walk And I'll see from both eyes But I'm already blessed Accepting realities has truly become a part of me
The beauty inside this man is the work of an artist gone Like music beyond imagination, it shatters the sun Revealing the brawn Rising above the crippling curse like a phoenix of winds adverse In search of a cure for the malediction inside No longer there, hope unaware
But maybe one day he will walk See from both eyes, learn to talk No need for a prayer, for pity stays around the clock
He, who always conquered the day Got his share of pouring rain Heroes do not grow with ease There's a blessing in disease He holds council with the dead To break free from chains ahead Stronger winds would hide the scars On a highway to the stars
So much would he want to tell you, but silence still reigns his play I wish someone took his place if only for one single day Leading astray Walking a step in blind man's shoes is a journey to broadened views No reason to fear or to hold out hope for strangers Seen on the news, hardships amuse
But maybe one day he will walk See from both eyes, learn to talk Not a stranger from afar, but a man with hidden scars
He, who always conquered the day Got his share of pouring rain Heroes do not grow with ease There's a blessing in disease He holds council with the dead To break free from chains ahead Stronger winds would hide the scars On a highway to the stars
His only crime is a need of chair Can't turn and run from the cold stares of strangers Kindly empathize, never sympathize Life was created fair Hold out hope for them Doesn't help him now Life might cast a prayer
But then there is the darkest hour, just before the dawn. Why did it have to be me?
Frustration Damnation An unholy fusion foundation Scream and cry Weep and sigh Fighting a war where the soldier keeps asking why
He, who always conquered the day Got his share of pouring rain Heroes do not grow with ease There's a blessing in disease He holds council with the dead To break free from chains ahead Stronger winds would hide the scars On a highway to the stars
Birds, earthbound, disabled by birth Taking off away from earth Into Edens of their own Where restrictions have no throne Still live without the wings Like a cellist missing strings Wheelchairs pass the cars On a highway to the starsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
