Being Different Makes Me Beautiful
My wheelchair is not me, its just a tool I use
Some call me broken but most call me God's muse.
You look at me and think about what I can't do
but you have no idea who I really am.
I bet I have done more than most,
more like the lion than the lamb.
You focus on my metal, you focus on what I don't got.
But what about my wheelies, my wrestling pins, my basketball shots?
Do you remember all the water and snow skiing, the surfing at the beach?
Do you remember the night I graduated high school and what about all those that I reach?
On behalf of all those with challenges
and who isn't a part of that club?
See yourself for who you are, who you were made to be.
Live your life fearlessly for all the world to see,
that you, that me, actually just "we" know that being different makes us beautiful.
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