Internal Crash

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 outside 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.»