Now the wheelchair’s my throne, yeah, the ice took my legs,
From the penthouse to the clinic, now I’m countin’ my steps.
She left with the gold, when the winter came in,
Now the mirror’s a liar, and the man’s just a sin.

Now the sun’s comin’ back, but it’s different this time,
No more yachts, just a walk in the park with my mind.
She’s gone with the wind, but the love’s in the air,
And the ice in my veins’s startin’ to thaw…

Prosthetic summer, but I’m learnin’ to stand,
Gold in my soul, though my pocket’s not grand.
Actors get roles, but my life’s my own play,
And the man in the mirror’s startin’ to stay…

Now the sun’s back up, yeah, the ice start to melt,
Different body, but the soul’s still the same, yeah, I felt.
She said “I do”, with the ring on her hand,
Now we dancin’ in the rain, with a brand new plan.

Prosthetic steps, but the love’s still real,
Different stride, but the heart’s got the wheel.
From the penthouse to the park, yeah, we still shine,
New role, new life, but the future’s divine.

Yacht in the Mediterranean, sun on my skin,
Diamonds dancin’ like the waves in the wind.
She was my queen, in a dress made of gold,
Champagne in the air, yup, the story was told.

Private jets to the islands, no care in the world,
Money like water, yeah, the life was a pearl.
But the ice came fast, like a thief in the night,
Now the gold’s just a ghost, and the sun’s outta sight…

Yeah, the game changed, but the king’s still alive,
Metal leg, but the dream’s still a drive.
She’s my queen, and the kids call me “Dad”,
So the past’s in the past, and the future’s a blast!

Prosthetic summer, but the cold’s in my veins,
Actors play roles, but my script’s full of pain.
Used to be the king, now I’m just a name,
In this frozen world, where the game ain’t the same…

Ice on my wrist, but my heart’s in the snow,
Gold in my past, but the present’s a ghost.
She was my fire, now she’s just a flame,
And the man in the mirror ain’t the same…

Prosthetic dreams, in a world made of glass,
One wrong move, and the whole thing will crash.
But I’m still standin’, yeah, I’m still here,
With a metal leg and a soul full of fear…

So we countin’ the blessings, not the things that we lost,
‘Cause the love’s in the air, and the future’s the boss.
Different body, but the spirit’s the same,
Married to life, yeah, we’re ridin’ the wave!

"Prosthetic Summer"
by MalreDeszik

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