[Goy Wiblemo ✨ 2026] [Intro] [Romantic spoken-word intro, zero vocal reverb, front-and-center ultra-deep bass-baritone] The Wheelchair Poet... In a quiet woodland… Where the gentle breeze still sings… ⸻ [Verse 1] In a quiet woodland… (in a quiet woodland, Oh Babe...!) Where the soft wind whispers low… Sits a man…on his own With a smile that gently glows…(Glows...) Life has taught him…(the hard life…) How hope can always grow…(always grow) Between silent dreams… And the words he longs to show… Sits The Wheelchair Poet... ⸻ [Pre-Chorus] He never sees, never hears… His chair, as heavy chains…(heavy chains...) But as the wings… That lift his soul again… lifts his soul... his soul... ⸻ [Chorus] I am the Wheelchair Poet… Wheelchair Poet... With a forest in my soul… wheelchair poet… Where every leaf keeps telling me… Wheelchair Poet... That broken hearts can still be whole… Wheelchair Poet ... I write about tomorrow…wheelchair poet… About love that always stays…(always stays...) For no chair can ever hold him… A dreaming heart at bay… (a dreaming heart...)(Wheelchair poet ...) ⸻ [Verse 2] My pen is dancing…dancing in cirkels… Across the paper white… Like golden sunlight…sunlight... Through the branches’ gentle light… Gentle light... I hear the birds… Compose their morning song… And every little melody Reminds me I belong…I belong... ⸻ [Band Solo] (Wild, screaming saxophone solo mixed with a dirty electro-swing synth bass) (Chanting): ** I am the Wheelchair Poet… With a forest in my soul… Where every leaf keeps telling me... THAT BROKEN HEARTS CAN STILL BE WHOLE... THEY FEEL AND HURT... I AM THE WHEELCHAIR POET... MY PEN IS MY GUIDING STAR... MY BODY IS MY CANVAS... TO BE WRITTEN ON...** [Pre-Chorus] I see the little wonders… Others leave behind… A tiny trail… Becomes a work of rhyme… Just waiting to be sung... ⸻ [Chorus] I am the Wheelchair Poet… Wheelchair Poet... With a forest in my soul… Wheelchair poet… Where every leaf keeps telling me… Wheelchair Poet... That broken hearts can still be whole… Wheelchair Poet ... I write about tomorrow…wheelchair poet… About love that always stays…(always stays...) For no chair can ever hold him… A dreaming heart at bay… (a dreaming heart...)(Wheelchair poet ...) ⸻ [Bridge] Maybe I don’t…dream... Walk the roads you do… walk, walk... But all my dreams… Still paint the sky in blue… (blue dreams oh yeah...) My body has its limits… My spirit has none… none... Every poem I write… write... Becomes another sun… Running from the clouds... ⸻ [Outro] When evening gently falls… Upon the silent trees… [Short Saxophone Solo] My poems… Keeps whispering… With the breeze…the breeze is whispering... My poems keeps whispering in the breeze, in the wind, in the dawn, in the night, My poems is in me, they are me... I am the Poet... I am the Wheelchair Poet... [Spoken-word - whispering] My poems is in the wind... [Instrumental Fade Out] [Silence] [Track Ends Explicitly]
