My shining feet will never run on early morning lawn;
My feet were crushed before they had a chance to streak the dawn.

My fingers now will never stretch to touch the winning tape;
My race was done before I learned the smallest steps to take.

My growing height will never be recorded on the wall,
My growth was stopped when I was still unseen and very small.

My lips and tongue will never taste good fruits of the earth;
For when still blind, destroyed were they in the black womb of night.

My lips and tongue will never taste good fruits of the earth;
For when still blind, destroyed were they in the black womb of night.

I’ll never walk the shores of life or know the tides of time,
For I was coming but unloved, and that my only crime.