Who am I to say?
What is to unfold
What’s kept at bay
And deemed too bold

I’ve no place to speak
For the vast and wrecked
And the solid ground they seek

Solace belongs
In its honest form
Certain and full
As prosperity storms

Who am I to chide?
The cloth of their chosen roles
For the shallow veil guarding
The honesty in their souls

I’ve no right
No truthful cause to judge
For we all lumber and sink
Into the very ground we trudge

Who am I to say?