Triniti
What You Do With What You've Got
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 you're 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?
From Paroles Mania