He's been in a bed for months
And I take for granted, every step I take
He's been fighting his body
Ferociously for every cell
He looks different
More mature, more aware
He understands how precious life is
And I'm ashamed to squander mine
He inspires me to keep fighting
For what I know has meaning
He didn't want to be my hero this way
And I would take it on if I could
He just wants everyone to understand
What it would be like to walk a mile in his shoes
He will come through
And I will be glad that he supplies me with such hope
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