See It Happening

Witnessed through windows of color and glare The world had spun by, while he lived in his chair Though wheels were the legs, he sat there so still With dreams of soon walking above yonder hill Each day since that day when he met with his fate His life filled with sorrow which soon begot hate He gave up on trying, on smiling and on will For now he feels he’ll remain, there ever still No glimmer of hope, though dreams come and pass He once gave a try but had given up fast He now sits and wonders. He waits for his end As his house is a tomb and loneliness his friend Just prayers remain effort, as that he does do For deep in his heart, he holds his faith true As miracles happen, he prays then to be Walking yonder hill, for all then to see