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