Months gone by, and I\'m still on hold
Tired of limits, tired of pain\'s cold
I want to move, to live, to be
But my body\'s pace is slow to agree
Every step\'s a task, every task a chore
Rest is forced, but relief\'s ignored
I\'m a shadow of my active self
Trapped in this frame, where movement\'s a test
I\'m tired of waiting to be whole
To shed this pain and reclaim my soul
I want to be me, free and unbound
Without this constant ache, this weight I\'ve found
I\'d trade it all for a pain-free day
No complaints, just freedom\'s way
To run, to play, to live without thought
Of what\'s allowed, and what\'s not