I see her stand beside me,
and mind you, she stands tall,
voices clamour to bring her down
and quelled are those voices all.
And then does my heart beat,
by her grit that arouses me,
her inner light shines forth,
as beautiful as a girl can be.
A desire to take her hand in mine,
and a word to stand by her side,
as I push the wheelchair ahead,
breaking rules in every stride.