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