It was a dark night, a black dress.
Driver never saw her, around the bend.
I never will forget the call, or driving to the hospital, hwen they told me her legs still wouldn't move.
I cried, when I walked into the room.
She said, I'll walk. Please come hold my hand.
Right now I'm hurt, and I don't understand.
Let's just be quiet, and later we wcan talk.
Please stay, don't worry.
I'll walk
I held her hand through everything
The weeks and months of therapy
And I held her hand and asked her, to be my bride.
She's dreamed from a little girl, to have her daddy bring her down the aisle.
So from her wheelchair, she looks up to him and smiles.
And says, I'll walk
Please hold my hand
I know that this will hurt, I know you understand.
Please Daddy don't cry
This is already hard
Let's go, don't worry
I'll walk
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