At first, the fearful panic so great.
Jesus...no, paralysed from this date?
No more to walk, no more to run,
Life is over, destroyed, now its all done.
I can't feel my legs, a whimper, a sob,
Natural movement, taken, I have been robbed.
How did it happen, attacked by a brute?
It occured to him then, a terrible truth.
Legs were fine, fit for marching bands,
Someone had come and stolen his hands.