Walking I was only 6 years old, I nearly knew my self, Then these words came, from a doctors mouth, : You got a muscle disease, And your body needs peace. I didn't quite understand, There were consequences, But still, i was dreaming high, Ballet was my fight. I got a #life with a disease, I got a #life with wondering faces, I got a #life with sympathy smiles, And killing small talk… The years went by, Something wasn't right, My body wouldn’t listen, To my hope, soul and mind… My brain starts a fight, While the thoughts about not walking, Keep hunting all the time. I didn't knew walking wouldn't last, And my body would scream for peace and relax…. I got a #life with a disease, I got a #life with wondering faces, I got a #life with sympathy smiles, And killing small talk… If angels are true, Why did none of them ever told me, That me walking wouldn't last, It was only something I did in the past…..