You must know someone like him who was tall and strong and lean
With a body like a greyhound and a mind so sharp and keen
But his heart, just like a laurel, grew twisted 'round itself
'Til almost everything he did brought pain to someone else

It’s not just 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’ve nothing good to say now
What’s the use in 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

Oh, what’s the use of two strong legs if you only run away
And what’s the use of the finest voice 
Hah-ee-ah, hah-ee-ah
What’s the use in 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 neighbours 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?

Which ones touch the sun