Text: George Canyon. Somebody Wrote Love. Quitters.

Nobody thinks about that stuff like how tall
He might have been or how fast he could?ve run
They just stare as he rolls by, all they see is a helpless kid
With no chance to live a life but If they only knew

He?s got dreams of breaking ribbons in a hundred yard dash
Climbing up a snow capped mountain and planting his flag
He believes one day he?ll stand up and walk away from that chair
He?s got faith, he?s got hope and all his mamma?s prayers
He?s not jaded or bitter, gonna leave the giving up for the quitters

The doctors say no way he?ll walk, he just smiles
And says, ?I?m gonna prove you wrong?
Lots of falls and failed attempts, his legs keep giving out
But his heart ain?t giving in ?cause what they don?t know

He?s got dreams of breaking ribbons in a hundred yard dash
Pushing Earnhardt down the back stretch in a Daytona draft
He believes one day he?ll stand up and walk away from that chair
He?s got faith, he?s got hope and all his mamma?s prayers
He?s not jaded or bitter, he?s gonna leave the giving up for the quitters

He pulls himself up on the bars
And takes a long deep breath
Lifts his right foot off the mat
And with all that he has left
He takes a step, one step

Toward his dream of breaking ribbons in a hundred yard dash
Going long for a touchdown with his buddies out back
He believes one day he?ll stand up and walk away from that chair
He?s got faith, he?s got hope and all his mamma?s prayers
He?s not jaded or bitter, he?s gonna leave the giving up for the quitters
He ain?t no quitter