“They aren’t good people”
That’s what you hear
Well, nobody is a “good person”
When you get really near

Everybody makes mistakes
So who are you to judge another?
Why are we all such hypocrites?
Why can’t we just be sisters and brothers?

Only one who is perfect can judge
Which means, last time I checked, nobody can judge
But judging is on the outside, too
People look at the appearance, not at what they do

Outward beauty is just there, it can’t be earned
Just as “goodness” is simply learned
But why keep making yourself superior to others?
Automatically comparing yourself to your brothers


We all have something to offer
Quit telling yourself and others it isn’t true
Then you can see the good side of everybody
And you can be the very best, true you