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