LYRIC FOR SALE

By Edward Kenny

When she wakes up in the morning,
And she does her face and hair,
Is the same potential dawning,
As a beauty anywhere?

Do I see there is a person,
Feeling what a woman feels?
Who am I to build a prison,
Of a chair that moves on wheels?

And everyone deserves to believe in miracles,
To look up at the mountaintop,
To have the chance to overcome their obstacles,
To never ever have to stop.

Do I think that she is only,
To be left with her own kind?
If I’d say let her be lonely,
Then I am the one who is blind.

For in everyone a spirit,
Holds gifts of the heart and soul,
And a voice says if we'll hear it,
We are all parts of the whole.

And everyone deserves to believe in miracle,
To look at the mountaintop,
To have the chance to overcome their obstacles,
To never ever have to stop.

And once in a moment fleeting,
Someone held her as a child,
Glad to touch her small heart beating,
See the first time that she smiled.

The happiness and the sorrows,
And the chance to fall in love,
We all should have our tomorrows,
And our mountaintops above.

And everyone deserves to believe in miracles,
To look up at the mountaintop,
To have the chance to overcome their obstacles,
To never ever have to stop.