Most of us are lucky, free from accidents at birth but their victims share our right to the inheritance of earth. For all their grunts, their stumps, their tumours, their eternal wheelchairs, we're the freaks, we're the inhumans, if we close our eyes and turn aside, pretend that if we do they'll not be there.... They've got to face it, so we've got to face it. Still they've got to live with it in a worlds we supposedly share. The end is a bit obscure to me. I am not very sure about all the ch (guitaretab.com)
