There are times when I ask myself
What is this life that I’m living
Each day from one to the next
They all seem to run together

No happiness, no joy, just pain
And none of it was my doing
First a disease, one that is so rare
Just one in ten or so million

Body is wracked with terrible pain
My limbs being slowly twisted
In the end I know I’ll die
But I could still live til ninety

If that’s not enough, things got worse
A car the footpath mounted
Crushed my legs, lost them both
And killed my wife, my lover

But still I live, I don’t know why
I refuse to give up, surrender
So next time you moan how tough it is
Spare a thought for me, the life I’m living