We were 18, it was prom night.nWe had our first big fight.nShe said Pull this car over.nI did and then I told her, I don't know what you are crying for.nI grabbed her hand, as she reached for the door.nnShe said, I'll walk.nLet go of my hand.nRight now I'm hurt, and you don't understand.nSo just be quiet.nAnd later we will talk.nJust leave, don't worry.nI'll walk.nnIt was a dark night, a black dress.nDriver never saw her, around the bend.nI never will forget the call, or driving to the hospitalnwhen they said her legs still wouldn't move.nI cried, when I walked into her room.nnShe said, I'll walk.nPlease come and hold my hand.nRight now I'm hurt, and I don't understand.nLets just be quiet, and later we can talk.nPlease stay, don't worry.nI'll walk.nnI held her hand through everything.nThe weeks and months of therapy.nAnd I held her hand and asked her, to be my bride.nShe's dreamed from a little girl, to have her daddy bring her down the isle.nSo from her wheelchair, she looks up to him and smiles.nnAnd says, I'll walk.nPlease hold my hand.nI know that this will hurt, I know you understand.nPlease daddy don't cry.nThis is already hard.nLet's go, don't worry.nI'll walk.