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 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 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?