There are certain times
That I stop and think
What's the use in writing
Because I can't do much else
My legs were injured
In a car accident
When I was just 5
Back in the 60's
But, then I have to stop and think
That I have to keep on trying
Because a lot of people are
Depending on my skills
You see, When I injured my legs
I just picked up a pencil
And taught myself to draw and write
When I was about 7
And I drew up a building
That uses renewable energy
To create it's power
And I'm trying to get it built
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