Chorus: Lynda, your kin can't know the torture they put you through, or else they'd go head in hands in shame, Our hearts are true, but in the wrong place, you know we'd never say to your face Anything we thought would cause your pain. Your life is one long giving, and we've the nerve to say it's not worth living, And you say you'd go through it all gain.
Lynda's doctor told her things were bright right from the start, A baby due in January to warm her longing heart, But no sooner had she chose the name when she heard that her child couldn't ever be the same As the ones in the street with the nimble feet playing out a 'normal' part.
Her doctor said that later tests had led him to believe That things were far more serious than first he had believed, He said her child could be deaf or blind, with at least a definite defect of the spine, And her friend said, "If the choice were mine I'd see you were relieved." Chorus
To Lynda in the final days that advice sounded good, She knew her friend meant well but take a life she never could, So her child was born on a winter's morn with a hole in his back and an unholy crown of thorns, Still Lynda smiled on her child new born as she had sworn she would.
Her doctor said there is no hope, but I'll do what I can, Lynda said as long as I'm not dead, he'll grow to be a man, So with optimism and operations, and to Lynda's own great expectations Science saved the situation to Mother Nature's plan. Chorus
Now Kevin's almost seventeen, his 'O' Levels he's passed, His mother's heart a storehouse for the pride that she's amassed, She knew the going would be tough, but because she's made of the stuff that saints are made of She says she's been paid back with enough love her life to last.
That life is still a struggle and for all, it's plain to see How she ever copes remains a mystery to me. But I know if we could be born again in a kindlier world of super men and women Then like the person Lynda is, the rest of us could be.
Yes I know if we could be born again in a kindlier world of super men and women Then like the person Lynda is, the rest of us could be.
Still1 At least young Kevin's grown top be less handicapped than me.