The Gift of Site

Steps leading fixed by plan.
To look forward to what I can.

Talk through volley and serves.
Defeat the wind sweeping my nerves.

Pain is worn through the night.
Inside made torn barely visible is the light.

I hold and have held your hand in mine.
Love and respect on a mountain to shine.

I do this because there is more to me.
You stay to show what I can be.

But I fight all that I have inside.
Deep under the rage will collide.

I the blind corrected in light
Still have you to be my site.