To walk on two is but an honor
I should never know
To have a mind so beautiful
To remember as you grow
To talk in simple melody
To be strong yet still be kind
To have a loving family
Maybe love, then I might find
To walk the streets of home again
And glance not one a stare
A stare is good, for you maybe
But I know why they care
To look one in the eye and say
Do I look good today?
To have people talk about you
Yet I know what they say
To be included, not dismissed
To be liked, by whom despise
To walk alone the hallways
And be not of "the other guys"
To hold the hand of someone
Who loves you just as much
To be able, then my friend
To have a hand to touch
To smile back at happiness
And say, I've lived you well
Or to frown at all the emptiness
And still, it couldn't tell
To love, and live, wihtout your pity
And all the inbetween
This life that follows me along
Only he knows what I've seen
I may not jump, or walk, or touch
I may not hold your hand
I may not love another much
Yet I do what I can
I may not know these feelings
For I can only dream
But I can write, escape this world
For writing sets me free
 
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