that happens to people and even rich kings
You have to get around in a wheelchair now
grumpy as an old country barn sow
The people around you care for you very much
but you have turned into something hard to touch
You snap at the ones that care about your pain
and it hurts them to see you in a mood again
They don't look upon you with pity in their eye
but with the words you use, you make them cry
Please, don't treat them like you always do
as one day you'll be all alone you silly fool
It's not their fault you have to live this way
so just accept it and try to make it thru the day
You have to do the best you can as you are
and maybe you'll begin to see you can go far
Hurt not the ones who try to love you and care
or you'll be alone when grey touches your hair
Help yourself to deal with what has happened
and when your angry keep those lips from flappin
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