Internal crash took up seconds and stole his years, which are hard to earn back
You keep bringing him flowers while he sleeps the whole day through
Finally you found a way to see improvements that aren't really there

You lift an arm; you lift a leg
And they don't move, but he's still here
And everyday, he tries, and he'll adjust fine
As long as you let him through, he'll do a lot more than you

It's hard to keep driving back with no progress that you can see
Yes there are little moments
Mainly it's bland cubed carrots

Strapped in a chair on wheels, the view outide just makes him sigh,
"I already fought a war.
I didn't think i'd be fighting more.
But here i am back again, something more to defend."