We were 18, it was prom night We had our first big fight She said "pull this car over" I did and then I told her "I don't know what you are crying for" I grabbed her hand and she reached for the door She said. . .
"I'll walk Let go of my hand Right now I'm hurt And you don't understand So just be quiet And later we will talk Just leave, don't worry I'll walk"
It was a dark night, a black dress Driver never saw her around the bend I never will forget the call Or driving to the hospital Where they told me her legs still wouldn't move I cried when I walked into her room She said. . .
"I'll walk Please come and hold my hand Right now I hurt And I don't understand Let's just be quiet And later we can talk Please stay, don't worry I'll walk"
I held her hand through everything The weeks and months of therapy And I held her hand and asked her to be my bride She's dreamed from a little girl To have her daddy bring her down the aisle So from her wheelchair she looks up at him and smiles and says. . .
"I'll walk Please hold my hand I know that this will hurt I know you understand Please, Daddy don't cry This is already hard Let's go, don't worry I'll walk"