”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 stars