There was once a boy without legs
He went everywhere without them
He spoke to everybody he met
He pushed himself far on the track
And in schoolwork he did not lack
And he had lots of friends, he wasn’t missing those.
But when he sees someone run for a ball
Or walk with a loved one
In his stomach is a tight ball
That constricts and twists and hurts
And he watches the birds and knows
that where others go, man will follow.
So on he goes soldiering on without
the legs he lost when he was young
and into adventures on blades
Maybe, who knows.
There is a moral to this tale
one that’s hard to put into words
It’s more the feeling the little boy
without legs gets when watching the flight of birds.