**[Verse 1]**
I was admitted to a high-tech hospital.
I thought I would be bedridden for the rest of my life,
but thanks to rehabilitation, I could move my arm again.
**[Pre-Chorus 1]**
My wife came to visit me and asked, “How are you?”
“As you can see, I’m the same as yesterday,” I answered.
**[Chorus 1]**
Now it’s just a matter of training.
Every day passes by without any change,
and even though my efforts seem futile,
I have no choice but to believe in the future and do my best.
**[Verse 2]**
She asked, “Is this a wheelchair-bound life?”
I replied, “Yes, it is.”
I added, “It’s better than being bedridden.”
She responded, “Well, I guess so.”
**[Pre-Chorus 2]**
She asked, “Are you doing wheelchair training in the underground morgue’s hallway again today?”
I replied, “Yes, I’m doing wheelchair training with sandbags.”
**[Chorus 2]**
Now it’s just a matter of training.
Every day passes by without any change,
and even though my efforts seem futile,
I have no choice but to believe in the future and do my best.
**[Instrumental Solo]**
**[Verse 3]**
My female doctor said, “You’re being discharged.”
I asked, “In this condition?” She replied, “Yes.”
My physical therapist advised me to buy a Lofstrand crutch.
I could walk with my crutches, a four-point gait.
**[Pre-Chorus 3]**
We parked in a lot about 800 meters from the hospital and walked that incredibly long distance.
**[Chorus 3]**
Now it’s just a matter of training.
Every day passes by without any change,
and even though my efforts seem futile,
I have no choice but to believe in the future and do my best.
**[Bridge]**
I asked, “Do you love me even though I’m like this?” She replied, “Of course.”
**[Final Chorus]**
Now it’s just a matter of training.
Every day passes by without any change,
and even though my efforts seem futile,
I have no choice but to believe in the future and do my best.
**[Instrumental Solo]**
**[Fade Out]**
**[Sound]**
A fusion of funk with a 16-beat rhythm, featuring acoustic drums, slap bass guitar, acoustic piano, electric guitar, a horn section, strings, falsetto male vocals, female harmonies, and jazzy improvisation with a chromatic approach. Dominant motion.
**Verse:** being bedridden
**Pre-Chorus:** a wheelchair-bound life
**Chorus:** a four-point gait
**Key:** E Minor
**Tempo:** 135 bpm
**Duration:** 4:00
**Title:** A Four-Point Gait
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