You must know someone like him; he was tall and strong and lean

With a body like a greyhound; and a mind so sharp and keen

But his heart, just like laurel; grew twisted around itself

Till almost everything he did; brought pain to someone else

It’s not what you’re born with; it’s what you choose to bear

It’s not how big your share is; it’s how much you can share

It’s not the fights you dreamed of; it’s those you really fought

It’s not what you’ve been given; it’s what you do with what you’ve got

What’s the use of two strong legs; if you only run away

And what’s the use of the finest voice; if you have nothing good to say

What’s the use of strength and muscle; if you only push and shove

And what’s the use of two good ears; if you can’t hear those you love

Between those who use their neighbors; and those who use the cane

Between those in constant power; and those in constant pain

Between those who run to glory; and those who cannot run

Tell me which ones are the cripples; and which ones touch the sun… and which ones touch the sun