IT'S NOT JUST WHAT YOU'RE BORN WITH
It's not just what you're born with,
It's what you choose to bear
It's not how large your share is,
but how much you can share
Oh it's not the fights you dream of
But those you really fought
It's not just what your given
But what you do with what you've got
You must know someone like him,
He was tall and strong and lean, body like a greyhound,
Mind so sharp and keen
But his heart just like a laurel, grew twisted on itself,
'til almost everything he did brought pain to someone else.
For what's the use of two strong legs, if you only run away
What good is the finest voice, If you've nothing good to say,
What good are strength and muscles, if you only push and shove
What's the use of two good ears, if you can't hear those you love.
Between those who use their neighbors, and those who use a cane,
Those in constant power and those in constant pain,
Between those who run to evil and those who cannot run,
Tell me, which ones are the cripples,
And which ones touch the sun?
Copyright Joe Hill Music