My Body is broken,
Confined to a wheelchair.
Yet willful and outspoken,
It’s my burden to bear.
But my mind intends to soar,
A spiritual Son of Krypton.
I watch the people of Earth evermore,
With a fierce compassion they have come to depend on.
I might not be Kal-el, but with a will of steel I’ll slowly change the planet,
With a quiet strength and charisma like a human magnet.
Although they may not always be grateful, and it may be hard, I’ll do all I can.
I’ll raise the world with all my soul, and bear its people on my back.
I just have to keep on being Superman.