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
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