Even the Strong Goes Weak
I never thought that
Real love would happen to me
Always strong on my own
Now I find myself with an inner groan
An inner moan
It is something I want to hold on to
For as long
as I possibly can
I can’t see future without it
Even the strong goes weak in the knees
I’m begging you please
I don’t want an early release
I won’t recover
You bring meaning to my life
You are the reason why I am a reality
Without you this wheelchair man
Is just the figment of one’s imagination?
I am confident with you by my side
Because of you I stray far from the sidewalk
Because of you I’m not afraid of getting hurt
This means that real love works
Holding your body close to mine
I feel weak and strong at the same time
As a wheelchair man, down on his luck
You are my lucky dime
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