My beautiful daughter
She needs to breath through a ventilator
Her very own navigation-system
Doctors say that she may never see
A day
When things might start to feel heaven-sent
A quadriplegic with more than just a few ways to battle her demons
Play it hard, an inbuilt capability to sway tremendous downfall in the right direction
Able to make her diagnosis feel like a puppet on a string
Bad things can sometimes bring about a certain degree of happiness
She never dreamt of being a poxy version of herself
Never wanted to mourn, just a greedy great looking for more
And nothing else