So many people ask about “Who I am”
Some would say “He’s the man”
Others would refer to his color
The best ones would say he’s my brother
The façade hangs over me, Hover
Cold on the inside like a lack of cover
Behind my eyes is a lot of a pain
Because disability rule my days
Always rolling around in a wheelchair
Scared knowing that life isn’t fair
I try to act like I don’t care
While my heart beats like a snare
Reminded when I need the second floor
Reminded when there’s a closed-door
Feelings trying to shake my core
But I’ll continue to soar
Because I'm bound for more
Because I'm bound for...