I have a top hat, and my first name has four letters in it.



You have not walked in my shoes

You have not been down my road.

You have not cried my tears.

You have not carried my load.


Why do you judge me?

 

You think you know my story.

You think you know my pain.

You think you know my future.

You don’t even know my name.

 

Why do you judge me?

 


 

You were not there to see me stumble.

You were not there to see me fall.

You were not there to pick me up.

You were not there at all.

 

Why do you judge me?

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