The Handicap Unheard
The Handicap Unheard
The stare of a Lame
Magic of the Realm
Never He woke up Again
Under His Kith and Arm
The chair was a care
Lights never Shown
Sticks were never an Option
A seed of Despair was sown
The hopes were shattered
Broken like a Pane
Sooner He came closer
Far was the Chain Over
Lamps Rose Again
With a new Shine
He never saw the chair
Which was nothing but a Dine