A bush road near the border
A convoy creeps along
Loaded up with men and boys
All fit and keen and strong

The second truck is doomed that day
To have her belly blown away
And the power in the young man's legs is gone

But that's just a memory now
Fading down the sandy trails of time
But time's such a healer somehow
He keeps it to himself
But it's always in his mind

He's a wheelchair warrior
Coming down the line
Doing mighty fine
Coming down the line

He's a wheelchair warrior
Who'll never lose his pride
He'll take the hand of friendships
But pity's pushed aside

Signal to the ops room
The fire-force must go
The gunships wing their way to zero in upon the foe

Fifteen Troopies take them on
Although the they're almost fifty strong
The battle's won but a young man was laid low

But that's just a memory now
Fading down the sandy trails of time
But time's such a healer somehow
He keeps it to himself
But it's always in his mind

He's a wheelchair warrior
Coming down the line
Doing mighty fine
Coming down the line

He's a wheelchair warrior
Who'll never lose his pride
He'll take the hand of friendships
But pity's pushed aside

Rehabilitation
Therapy and pain
Artificial limbs practice time and time again

Pomp and splendor, pageantry
Medals for his bravery
Didn't pay the price for what he gave

But that's just a memory now
Fading down the sandy trails of time
But time's such a healer somehow
He keeps it to himself
But it's always in his mind

He's a wheelchair warrior
Coming down the line
Doing mighty fine
Coming down the line

He's a wheelchair warrior
Who'll never lose his pride
He'll take the hand of friendships
But pity's pushed aside