Capable hands have made waste before
with their palms to the ground shouting psalms for the poor
pickin' up pecans off an old man's lawn
like it's all they got left to be livin' on.
A man in the lowest of luck is lovin' his life more than you.
Tell me, how much you would lose, truly, if it were you?
Even my tedious life bears some relevance
even your ignorant mind finds meaning
even in the depths of longing there is
reason in the emptiness, rhyme to our dreaming.
A man in the middle of misery enjoys his life more than you.
Tell me, what would you choose, truly, if it were you?
Heavy from his hunger and lethargic from his thirst
the man without a morsel finds the food to put his family first.
A man at the heart of his hunger is headin' for heaven faster than you.
Tell me, how fast would you move, truly, if it were you?
He speaks a foreign language from an unfamiliar face,
ejected from our country cos we can't make the space.
A man, the epitome of poverty, provides for life more than you.
Tell me, what would you prove, truly, if it were you?
