Have you ever had a twisted ankle?
Maybe you hurt your wrist?
You learned to walk a little different.
You learned to reach out with your left.
Have you ever had a deep betrayal?
Maybe someone stabbed you deep?
You learned not to ask questions.
You learned to pretend not to see.
Even years and years later
after all the pain and memory are gone
The limp learned to compensate, lingers
strangers wonder why it's there
Why is such a sweet and pretty girl alone?
One who smiles and seems so happy
She limps, but she doesn't seem broken?
Why doesn't she walk normal?
Because I can't.