Sitting is my only choice
I rolls slowly down the halls
I don't really have a voice
No one ever seems to hear my calls
Strap on the gloves of black
Pushing and pushing all day
My teachers think I tend to slack
I really have a lot to say
It's harder than you think to be me
To not be able to walk
And not be able to see
People tend to think I can't talk
I wish the world could see it
What it's like to live on wheels
You can't do anything alone
You need help and more help.....
Nov 6, 2014
Nov 6, 2014 at 7:57 PM UTC
Sitting is my only choice
I rolls slowly down the halls
I don't really have a voice
No one ever seems to hear my calls
Strap on the gloves of black
Pushing and pushing all day
My teachers think I tend to slack
I really have a lot to say
It's harder than you think to be me
To not be able to walk
And not be able to see
People tend to think I can't talk
I wish the world could see it
What it's like to live on wheels
You can't do anything alone
You need help and more help.....
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