Want to be free is my will,
but cant do anything as if i am ill.
Having legs but within cant walk,
screaming inside but yet cant talk.
I possess a dream, the only precious gift,
no feet or hands required to drift.
Only a vision which cant be a reality,
is my last possession throughout eternity.
God is the only one who knows my every feeling,
whom i can trust and is still left believing.
That my destiny is a time when everything is in place,
and i will no longer be fighting alone in this human race.
God's plan is a reward i am counting on,
that a throne full of happiness is where i will sit on.