It hangs there framed
And I stare at it everyday,
Seated in my wheelchair,
Paralyzed,
There was a time when it glittered,
But rust covers it now,
Lying in a corner unnoticed,
Like me,
Admiration turned to pity,
To indifference...

Two years have passed,
A little girl playing on the road,
Screeching brakes,
A moment of stupidity,
As I leaped and pushed her aside,
Embracing this horrid life,
A rotting corpse awaiting the end,
Stuck in an abyss,
More dead than alive.

O Lord,
Let me relive the moment
And get my life back,
Let fate follow her destiny,
There were others also who stood
And watched,
Let her come under the car,
Die,
Isn't my life more precious
Than a stranger I dont even know...

A burden,
That is all I am now,
How could this happen to me?
Just one step forward,
To stand on my feet again,
Is it too much to ask?
Maybe I should kill myself,
At least this misery will end...

She visits me sometimes,
The gratitude in her grin
Makes me feel almost alive again,
I float out of my gloom,
Frantically try and save the feeling,
But it always escapes,
A balloon beyond my grasp,
And I fall back,
Pulled to this chasm,
With my eyes on the mantelpiece,
The framed medal,
A noose around my neck...