Was it love or recognition that has Healed this man's condition I'm hoping and I'm wishing that This bird won't fly away We can see life hand in hand, The green, the blue, the rough, the sand And in our time and in our land We'll savor everyday And oh, how our glory may fade, At least we've learned Some things along the way You took me from my bubble Knowing my defense was weak And you sat there and you listened Any time I chose to speak You gathered from my pleas to You that I am but a clown And I fear only a hero can defeat These demons now And oh, how our glory may fade, At least we've learned some Tricks of trade And as time shall inevitably move on, Oh well, at least we'll have four strong Legs to stand on To keep us alive...