If I have a heart made of stone
and if I am clever, firm and strong
if I am a person who seldom gets wrong
perhaps I've got nothing to share in my song.
But I'd rather be soft, I'd rather be weak,
than to be called strong but blind and deaf
I was frequently deceived, but got nothing to regret
what counts is my presence in times of need.
Graces are rushing like waves on the shore
for those who share and use to give more,
invite the clever to have a share
and hope that one day he'll learn to be fair.