things were bright right from the start
to warm her longing heart
But no sooner had she chose the name
When she heard that her child
couldn't ever be the same
As the ones in the street
playing out her normal parts
Her doctor said later tests had
Things were far more serious
than first he had perceived
He said her child could be deaf or blind
with at least a definite defect
I'd see you were relieved
Oh, Linda, your kin can't know
the torture they put you through
Your life is one long giving
To Linda, in the final days,
She knew her friend meant well,
but take a life she never could
So her boy was born on a winter's morn
Still Linda smiled on her child newborn
as she had sworn she would
Her doctor said there is no hope
though I'll do what I can
Linda said as long as I'm not dead
So with optimism and operations
and to Linda's great expect
Science saved the situation
And Linda, your kin can't know
the torture they put you through,
or else they'd go head in
Your life is one long giving
say it's not worth living
And you say you're going through it all
Now Kevin's almost seventeen,
his old levels he's passed
His mother's heart's a storehouse
for the pride that she's amassed
She knew the going would be rough
but because she's made of the
stuff that saints are made of
She says she's been paid back
That life is still a struggle
and for all it's plain to see
But I know if we could be born again
in a kindlier world of sober
Then like the person Linda is,
I know if we could be born again
Like the person Linda is,
the rest of us would be still