Trapped

empty wheelchair with a woman walking off into the distance

My legs don’t work, it’s not my fault
My wheels help get me around
I would love to be able to go up the steps
But I’m stuck on the ground

I can’t walk, I wish I could
I’d like to go through this door
My wheelchair won’t get over the step
Getting out is such a chore

I’d love to get up and go for a stroll
How fun it would be to wander
But for now I’ll just sit here stuck
And forget the wild blue yonder

The window is my best friend
So I can see outside
But it’s really not the same
So many tears I’ve cried

I can’t walk, it’s not my fault
I didn’t ask to be this way
I want to live like other’s do.
It’s not possible today.

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