She woke up one morning,
Without the will to live.
I tried and made her laugh,
But it wasn't the same.
“Take care of me” I thought she'd say,
“Make me feel alive” I thought she'd request.
Nothing was ever said or done.
Her eyes had lost their spark,
Her childish and joyful self, grown apart;
Felt just like a distant memory of childhood.
She looked at me and the loved remained,
But the life on our love had drained out.

She was waiting for a friend,
To either make it stop or to make her live again.

Since they crippled me,
I thought I’d grow wings.
Though I don’t remember how it felt when I first walked
But I still remember my last walk.
I still remember how the grass felt under my naked feet
I remember putting on shoes the last time I walked
I remember running and being taller.
These are now just my memories
And since they crippled me,
I thought I’d grow wings.

Am I diseased that you’re treating me ?
Did I do something wrong that you’re looking down on me ?
Am I a helpless animal that you’re showing me pity ?
You think you’re being empathetic but its still sympathy
But the wind against my face is a symphony
As I grow wings
To feel the wind in my hair
To feel the equivalent of running
I feel the fresh air fill my lungs
Even though I am crippled,
I grew wings.

Since I grew wings,
I can see the crippled me
Lying there in peace and in silence.
I can finally see the smile that had been lost
Since they had crippled me.