Poor Person

What makes a person poor?

Do I fit the picture?

May be short of gold

But my mind's far richer now

Lifted off the ground

My head can't fail me now

There's so much I have to do

So look at myself as shadows are of others feet

So defeated, why is it easy

To let someone tell you who you should be?

It's what you see that really matters

It's what you see that really matters

It's what you see that really matters

What makes you cut above?

Do I fit the scripture?

Used to smudge me out

Grow my roots far thicker now

I'm lifted off the ground

My head can't fail me now

There's no one I have to prove

So look at myself as shadows are of others feet

So defeated, why is it easy

To let someone tell you who you should be?

It's what you see that really matters

Look at myself as shadows are of others feet

So defeated, why is it easy

To let someone tell you who you should be?

But it's what you see that really matters

It's what you see that really matters

It's what you see that really matters

It's what you see that really matters

It's what you see, it's what you see

Why don't you look for yourself?

It's what you see that really matters

Why don't you look for yourself?

It's what you see that really matters