Lengthening her grasp on reality
Slowly needing to release control
She pushes herself to walk forward

Will the ends of normal ever meet again

Realizing that everyone is watching
Often feeling they’d love to see her fail
She continues to track her mobility

Will the ends of normal ever meet again

A cheering crowd she doesn’t need
Never a half hearted slap on the back
She’s had a lifetime of accepting that

Will the ends of normal ever meet again

Wavering on the direction of her path
She focuses on an improved horizon
Settling for nothing but an honest effort