VERSE I: 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
If they only knew . .
CHORUS: He's got dreams of breaking ribbons in a hundred yard dash
Climbing up a snow-capped mountain & planting his flag
He believes one day he'll stand up & walk away from that chair
He's got faith, he's got hope, and all his Mama's prayers
He's not jaded or bitter
He's gonna leave the giving up
For the QUITTERS
VERSE II: The doctors say no way he'll walk
He's 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
What they don't know is . .
CHORUS: He's got dreams of breaking ribbons in a hundred yard dash
Pushing Earnhardt down the backstretch in a Daytona draft
He believes one day he'll stand up & walk away from that chair
He's got faith, he's got hope, and all his Mama's prayers
He's not jaded or bitter
He's gonna leave the giving up
For the QUITTERS
BRIDGE: 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 –
CHORUS Toward his dreams 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 & walk away from that chair
He's got faith, he's got hope, and all his Mama's prayers
He's not jaded or bitter
He's gonna leave the giving up
For the QUITTER