my condition is my stride

i wear my hospital gown with pride
my condition is my stride
i used to hate when i wore eight
got hair falled off from head
and i remember how much
i hated to lay in that hospital bed
losing friends to get one , myself
when i accept myself
 and fell in love with myself
i wore to young to know what love was
how could i love myself , better myself ?
now i realize my wheelchair is my tank
and i have it a lot to thank
never gonna let myself cripple myself
and i realize that my hospital gown
is attire , ready for comebat
- this is just a setback