He is unable to walk, but he smiles a lot. He is on a wheelchair, but he does not care.
His eyes are special, they laugh and they shine. His body is broken - his soul is alive.
His kindness to mention, to remember his sight. On the earth is his body, in the sky is his heart.
Life challenged him greatly, that beat he accepts. Life played with him strictly, he loves it instead.
And no matter if rules are fair or not, he is thankful for everything, he stays higher than all.
So the only thing I want him to know: that cruel battle he won long ago.