I was born of air and water
Thought and feeling
Breath and tears;
Not of soil, nor of fire:
Slowly yielding
Through the years
As I learned how I was destined:
Character is
Fate indeed —
I was born of air and water
Sky and bayou
All I need
I was born of air and water
Thought and feeling
Breath and tears;
Not of soil, nor of fire:
Slowly yielding
Through the years
As I learned how I was destined:
Character is
Fate indeed —
I was born of air and water
Sky and bayou
All I need
I know the richest man in town
He talks to me whene’er we pass;
I know the poor who come for food
Or might need cash for power or gas
Or might not have a home at all.
I know them all, and they know me,
And yet I’m no one special, just
One member of humanity
Within this club that we call life,
Some sit up front, some in the back;
I’ve been both places in my days,
I know from plenty and from lack
It is our choices – good and bad –
That make up who we are, I feel;
And money, class, these other things –
Are not distinctions that are real
Just bits of pride we hold on to.
We live, we choose, we rise, we fall;
We care about each other, or
We think that we’re above it all
But we are not, we’re all the same.
There is a lens that shows us so:
So be we fools, or wise, or rich, or poor –
We still have each
Our long, long ways
To go