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 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 carve 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 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 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