Fighter
Seeing someone who spends their life on wheels
Sit in a saddle and push down their heels
Someone who can barely walk
And only mutters when they talk
You really can’t even understand
Then they take you by the hand
Struggle out two little words
That could make any heart soar
They mumble thank you than walk away
And move on to fight another day
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