Sometimes I wonder about people;
Just where do they get off
Thinking that they're better
because their life hasn't been tough?
Just because I'm a single mother,
Different color or look down'n'out
Doesn't mean I'm any less a person.
Sometimes I just wanna shout....
CHORUS:
What gives you the right
to think you're better than me?
What gives you the right
to tell me what I should be?
You don't have a clue
...of what's inside of me
...of where that I've been
...or what I've had to see
What gives you the right
to stand in judgement of me?
If every person who feels pompous at times
took a moment to stand in another's place;
Tried to listen to the rest of mankind
Instead of judging them just by a face;
They might see their own life in anothers
Feel love and compassion, maybe even embrace
What it is like to walk alone, or discover
The freedom of wandering 'r feeling out of place.
CHORUS:
What gives you the right
to think you're better than me?
What gives you the right
to tell me what I should be?
You don't have a clue
...of what's inside of me
...of where that I've been
...or what I've had to see
If you really want to know
then come and walk with me.