words From the Brain to the heart
Out on the road to self discovery My legs so weak, I can't walk, The journey is long So I take the wheel chair But the earth is quicksand Slowly Eating up my wheels Which is now too stiff to be wheeled So I sit back waiting to be swallowed My worse fears coming to life right before my eyes Maybe I should cry for help No no no I should be strong and man up At least that is what is expected of me It really hurts but I don't see other men Crying out I guess I too can be strong I can also be a man.
