Moments of Grace

Moments of Grace

I’m the man that they wondered, what became of him
I used to run all day playing, until they made me come in
baseball was my glory, how I loved to hear them cheer
now I sit in the stadium watching, with a smile and a tear

I’m the woman they all admired and all heads turned to see
I used to sing and dance for years and so elegantly
how the crowd loved to watch the way I’d glide across the stage
now I sit lookin’ out the window of my nursing home cage

we’re all born in different packages, no two at all the same
some lives are long, others short, but we all have our pain
life brings us challenges, some more than we can bear
yet everyone has moments of grace that they share

I’m the boy they call Sterling and I’ll never get to be
like the mighty men that I admire for I was born with CP
I watch the other children run and jump all day long
while I sit here thinking, why can’t I be the one that's strong

I often hope that soon there will come a day
when science finds an answer and I can walk away
from these contraptions on wheels that move me mile after mile
in the meantime I’ll tell a joke and make somebody smile

we’re all born…

I’m the baby girl they called Abby and I never got to be
like the beautiful woman that looked at me so lovingly
my heart beat only for a very short time
but every second love poured out from that family of mine

we're all born…