Flying Free in My Wheels

I'm the child that cannot walk. The world seems to pass me by.

You see the longing in my eye to get out of this chair

and fly. I see the world from down below where the flowers

bloom and the grasses grow. The sky looks bigger when you're small.

I like to run and chase a ball. They say I'm brave,

but I'm just me, rolling where the world lets me be.

Inside my wheels, I'm flying free. Faster than the clouds above the sea.

You might see limits, but I see skies. Inside my wheels,