FOUNTAIN

I WROTE THIS QUITE A WHILE AGO BUT THE FOUNTAIN HAS NOT BEEN GOING SINCE THE FIRST LOCKDOWN. IT IS VERY SAD.

The fountain leaps in the shopping mall,
As it sprays in the air I hear it sing,
I see white froth glisten in the bright sunlight
With my mind’s eye, now that I’ve lost my sight,
Its singing gaily invites me to dance,
While sitting here in my wheelchair.

I never expected to be in a wheelchair,
Unable to walk in the shopping mall,
But deep inside me still lives the dance,
As my spirit leaps high and begins to sing,
Life swells within though I have no sight,
And I dance in the warmth of the bright sunlight.

Oh how wonderful is the sunlight,
Shining down as I sit in my wheelchair,
No one can tell that I have no sight,
As they pass me by in the shopping mall,
For I know such joy, I can only sing,
My eyes shining bright in the gay sunlight.

I think I was born to the rhythm of dance,
For everything leaps when I feel the sunlight,
Deep down within me a new song I sing,
I can’t be confined by my wheelchair,
While everyone walks through the shopping mall,
Not knowing a life without sight.

I only can walk by faith, not by sight,
That gives me the power to dance,
The fountain of life’s in the shopping mall,
Leaping so high in the sunlight,
I can do anything as I sit in my wheelchair,
As all of creation starts to sing.

I know I was born to dance and sing,
It matters not that I’ve lost my sight,
Or that I can only live in my wheelchair,
Come join with me in life’s glorious dance,
In the bright rays of the sunlight,
Shining today in the shopping mall.

In the shopping mall I have no sight,
But all I can do is sing as I dance,
The sunlight falling on my wheekchair.

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