From the recording Little Hinges (2015)
Well 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, just like a laurel, grew twisted around itself/‘Til almost everything he did brought pain to someone else
Chorus: It’s not just what you’re born with, it’s what you choose to bear/And it’s not how big your share is, it’s how much you can share/And 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
‘Cause what’s the use of two strong legs if you only walk away?/And what use is the finest voice if you’ve nothing good to say?/What good is 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 a cane/Between 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