I love to walk,
And journey trough my life,
It brings me joy,
And guides me ever closer to my goals,
My every desire and dream.
But I’ve got a bit of bad knee,
A series of problems in my past,
Have left it crippled and filled with scars,
While I’m trying to walk sometimes it’s a mild irritant,
Making me limp, but able to journey on,
And sometimes it seizes up on me,
Throwing me to a dead halt in agony.
The only things that can fix my bad knee,
Is years of constant therapy,
Or some ridiculous surgery,
And I can try to limp on my journey,
But it puts me far from my destiny,
And though I can fight through agony,
I want to be at peace when dawn I see.