When I've found my stride
on a broken leg
I can walk upright
my teeth gritted into a grin
but if I lose it
(when I lose it)
that's when I fall
because I can't find it again
and my battered pride
refuses to limp.
When I fall
I don't dream
of the days before this
(those days of innocence
no longer belong
to this broken me).
When I fall
I dream
of walking
on my broken leg
and I grin.