Who
Who am I to be blue?
Look at my family and fortune
Look at my friends and my house
Who
Who am I to feel deadend?
Who am I to feel spent?
Look at my health and my money
And where
Where do I go to feel good?
Why do I still look outside me
When clearly I’ve seen it won’t work?
Is it my calling
To keep on when I’m unable?
And is it my job
To be selfless extraordinary?
And my generosity has me disabled
By this my sense of duty to offer
And why
Why do I feel so ungrateful?
Me who is far beyond survival
Me who see life as an oyster
Is it my calling
To keep on when I’m unable?
And is it my job
To be selfless extraordinary?
And my generosity has me disabled
By this my sense of duty to offer
And how
How dare I rest on my laurels?
How dare I ignore an outstretched hand?
How dare I ignore a third world country?
Is it my calling
To keep on when I’m unable?
And is it my job
To be selfless extraordinary?
And my generosity has me disabled
By this my sense of duty to offer
Who
Who am I to be woo?