WHO AM I TO JUDGE?
WHO AM I TO JUDGE?
I, A MERE MORTAL MADE OF GRIME
WHO AM I TO EVEN GRUDGE?
CAST STONE ON OTHERS, WHEN THEY DO CRIME
I AM BUT A SERVANT OF THE GOD OF ROME
A DEVOUT DISCIPLE OF HIS EMISSARY
I AM BUT A FOLLOWER OF THE HOLY TOME
THOUGH I MAY NOT GRASP IT UTTERLY
MY MOTHER SOLD ME OUT IN SLAVERY
TO FOREVER TOIL IN A TERRAIN I KNOW NOT
THOUGH SHE WAS RICHEST IN THE CITY
SIMPLY DEEMED ME A BURDEN TOO MUCH
I HAD NEITHER CHOICE NOR SAY
IN WHAT WAS TO AFFECT ME FOREVER
I HATED HER SO MUCH THAT DAY
BUT WHO AM I TO POINT A FINGER?
MY BEST FRIEND ONCE SWINDLED ME
BORROWED MY SLIGHT, SMALL, LITTLE PAY
AND THEN SUDDENLY, HE FLEES
NO TIME WAS I EVER AS BETRAYED
HE CAME BACK, PLEADED AND I FORGAVE
BUT THEN HE FLED AGAIN, NOW WITH MY WIFE
MY INNERSELF BURNED WITH GREAT RAGE
BUT WHO AM I TO MOAN OR WHINE?
DEVOTED IN WORSHIP TO THE MOST-HIGH
I SWIFTLY SOUGHT OUT A NOBLE PRIEST
HE ASSURED ME SUPER-HEAVEN IN THIS LIFE
IF ONLY I SOW ONE-TENTH MY EARNINGS
ONE DAY, I SAW MY GOOD PRIEST ON A STEED
TREADING MY PATH, I WAVED THAT HE MAY STOP
ALAS! HE SNUBBED ME, OR SO IT SEEMED
WHO AM I, TO CONDEMN, I AM JUST A SLOB
I REMEMBER TOO, ONE POOR, FRAIL GENT
WHO CAME TO MY CABIN TO PRAY
NOT FOR FOOD, BUT MY CONSENT
THAT HE MAY RULE THE WHOLE POPULACE
I TRUSTED AND GAVE HIM MY BACKING
THEN, AFTER HE BECAME A REVERED SOVEREIGN
HE LOCKED ME UP FOR STREETBEGGING
BUT HEY, WHO AM I TO COMPLAIN?
WHO AM I TO JUDGE?
I, A MERE MORTAL MADE OF GRIME
WHO AM I TO EVEN GRUDGE?
CAST STONE ON OTHERS, WHEN THEY DO CRIME
NAY! IN SILENCE I SHALL SPEND MY LIFE
IN LACK, I HAVE BEEN; IN LACK, I WILL EVER BE
PERHAPS, I CAN BLAME FATE FOR MY PLIGHT?
DEFINITELY NOT OTHERS, FOR I AM NOT ‘HE’!
