Immobilized strictly to this freaky wheelchair
I’ve got cramps in all the joints of my leg
Life and death, I don’t know who to beg.
Such a pain, feeds me with a bulk of fear
Slowly it comes, yet nothing I can do
Making me look mad, like a crazy hairdo.
There are times I am young, but often old
These pains have a grip, a very strong hold…
So I fold, strictly on this wheelchair.
With loads of pain that could melt a solid rock
Wheeled: I’ve got lips but nothing to talk
But pray the universe shows me some love.