My wheelchair was very me – I chose one as blood-red as the gorgeous Plymouth Fury used in the film Christine.

Sharon Lawson

Listen to Borderline by Richard Charles Stevens (Gypsy Suite)

Listen to Gypsy Woman (La Da Dee) by Crystal Waters

On the borderline
.
On the borderline
.
On the borderline
.
On the borderline
She learned to leap
.
On the borderline
She felt more inclined to live out loud and proudly lead the most profound of chorus lines
(On the borderline)
Formerly mortified
Audibly glorified thoughts designed to fortify a broadened mind reorganised to shine
(On the borderline)
Prizing the child bearing light in her eyes
Daring stoke the home fires
On the borderline
Prizing the child bearing light in her eyes
Daring stoke the home fires
On the borderline
Prizing the child bearing light in her eyes
Daring stoke the home fires
On the borderline
.
On the borderline
On the borderline
On the borderline
On the borderline
.
Not before time
She believed in herself
Found a wealth of sound reasons to kiss life and tell
Through the mist
Persist to show that hope was both alive and well
Spoken most devotedly when choking silence fell
.
Owning sense of heightened self
She elevated greatly
Felt each joie de vivre perceived innately from a dreamlike scene
Shaded were the trees beneath which ladies came when graced esteem
Native to a celebrated theme
.
On the borderline
On the borderline
.
Gleaming like a diamond
Shining brighter than the stars of pasts redeemed
(On the borderline)
With courage of conviction and the flourish of an artist primed as queen
(On the borderline)
Eminently seen
And ever elegantly She
Her every breath suggested leisurely progression to the stream
Herein the treasures of the deep
Were altogether in her keep
And every feather of forever teased the zephyr gently steeped
.
On the borderline
She learned to leap
When nevermore her fallen rights beseeched
Felt more alive when teetering
When facing death and cheating it
Than all the times it falsified defeat
Immortalised was She
To toss her sword aside and bleed
Seed the earth beneath her feet
And lead a merry chorus line
For dreams were ten a penny
On the borderline
Dreams were ten a penny
On the borderline
.

Richard Charles Stevens

Keeper of The Crimson Quill

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