The picture is clear,
The message is simple,
The dark ancient pathway,
That tells of many years of hate.

The man, the man,
Bounded by chain of pains,
Miseries and cruelty,
Left in the dark,
With no one to call his own.

Even in the night of frost,
And the hot heat of the day,
With burning anguish,
And rejection of who he is not,
Amid the unspeakable circumstances,
Indeed, I see a man,
Strong and focused.

With or without legs,
With sadness deep down his soul,
Only the Maker can understand,
In him lies his hope and success,
And deep down his heart,
A shout is issued,
Freedom is all he knows.