| Paralysing facts, countless diseases |
| Semi-mobile, semi-useless subhuman |
| So many startled eyes say it: «Only an occasional ray of light… |
| but feel free to subtract any ray of hope.» |
| Disabled, confined, labelled and shelved |
| Minus limbs, minus movement, minus worth |
| «So sorry,» they say, but they forget me |
| Once a year they buy themselves that right |
| We won’t understanding, not pity |
| We need love, not occasional headlines |
| We’ve been used, abused, and aborted for years |
| And I’ve learned not to expect respect for my tears |
| Regular check-ups, needles and charts |
| The nodding of heads and the shedding of hearts |
| My legs are defenceless, this chair is my cell |
| My food is my medicine, reality hell |
| Disabled, confined, labelled and shelved |
| «So sorry,» they say, but they forget me |
| Once a year they buy themselves that right |
| We won’t understanding, not pity |
| We need love, not occasional headlines |
| We’ve been used, abused, and aborted for years |
| And I’ve learned not to expect respect for my tears |
| Sometimes I feel so removed |
| Lost in a maze of self-pity and dreams |
| No one regards me, I just don’t belong |
| They don’t know how to act around me |
| Sometimes I feel so removed |
| Lost in a maze of self-pity and dreams |
| No one regards me, I just don’t belong |
| They don’t know how to act around me |
| Until you came to me, Lord, I had so little to live for |
| 'Til you came to me, Lord, I had nowhere to turn |
| Jesus, you alone have helped me to grow beyond my circumstance and despair |
| My suffering can’t compare to what you took willingly |
| Sacrifice nowhere near what you gave on that tree |
| I can see though I’m blind |
| Loving one at a time, there is so much that I can do |
| Giving love and following you |
| Giving love and following you |
| I’m so glad you care |
| Let my love flow free on this chair |