Still life, they call it, this vessel I’m in, But storms rage within, unseen from the skin. Muscles may falter, my grip may be weak, But the heart in this cage, oh, the feelings it speaks

Quadriplegic Life

Still life, they call it, this vessel I’m in, But storms rage within, unseen from the skin. Muscles may falter, my grip may be weak, But the heart in this cage, oh, the feelings it speaks
