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A cripple on his deathbed, in a daydream, did ride
Past the streams of fire, on a petal path did glide
He left his wheelchair spinning deeper in the mud
In it set his memories, his body and his blood
An angel came to greet him, by his side, she flew
Whispered as a part of him what he already knew
His head was spinning freely and it was plain to see
His burden was himself, he bore the sight his eyes could be
His death, it died quite easily - right there, it was gone for good
He couldn't see his loved one like he should
He thought if they were gone, said he, and this cannot be true
The search to find what wasn't there has brought him back to you

A cripple on his deathbed, in a daydream, did ride
Past the streams of fire, on a petal path, did glide
He left his wheelchair spinning deeper in the mud
In it set his memories, his body and his blood
An angel came to greet him, by his side she flew
Whispered as a part of him what he already knew
His head was spinning freely and it was plain to see
His burden was himself - he bore the sight his eyes could be
His death, it died quite easily, right there, it was gone for good
He couldn't see his loved one like he should
He thought if they were gone, said he, and this cannot be true
The search to find what wasn't there has brought him back to you