Son of man do you
Know how I feel when
You are beside my wheel chair?
Oh, son of man
Your warm hello makes me
Forget my handicap.
But not lame in feelings.
Tonight, remember to put
In your mind’s pocket.
So that, when you are back home,
You will tell me how much I weighed,
In your mind, please just Tonight.
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