You must know someone like himHe was tall and strong and leanWith a body like a greyhoundAnd a mind so sharp and keenBut his heart, just like a laurel, Grew twisted round itselfTill almost every thing he didCaused pain to someone else It's not just what you're born withIt's what you choose to bearIt's not how big your share isBut how much you can shareAnd it's not the fights you dreamed ofBut those you really foughtIt's not what you've been givenIt's what you do with what you've got Now what's the good of two strong legsIf you only run away?
And what use is the finest voiceIf you've nothing good to say?
And what good is strength and muscleIf you only push and shove?
And what's the use of two good earsIf you can't hear those you love?
Between those who use their neighboursAnd those who use a caneBetween those in constant powerAnd those in constant painBetween those who run to evilAnd those who cannot runTell me which ones are the cripplesAnd which ones touch the sun?