Internal crash took up seconds and stole his years, which are hard to earn back   You keep bringing him flowers while he sleeps the whole day through   Finally you found a way to see improvements that aren't really there      You lift an arm; you lift a leg   And they don't move, but he's still here   And everyday, he tries, and he'll adjust fine   As long as you let him through, he'll do a lot more than you      It's hard to keep driving back with no progress that you can see   Yes there are little moments   Mainly it's bland cubed carrots      Strapped in a chair on wheels, the view outide just makes him sigh,    "I already fought a war.    I didn't think i'd be fighting more.    But here i am back again, something more to defend."