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 is like a laurel
Grew twisted round itself
'Til almost everything he did
Brought pain to someone else

It's not just what your born with
It's what you choose to bare
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?
What's the use of strength and musscle
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 neighbour
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?