[1] - Coming from where he did He was turned away from every door like Joseph To even the toughest among us That would be too much
He didn´t know what it was to be black ´Till they gave him his change But didn´t want to touch his hand To even the toughest among us That would be too much
[2] - Isn´t it just enough How hard it is to live Isn´t it hard enough Just to make it through a day
The secret of their fear and their suspicion Standing there looking like an angel In his brown shoes, his short suit His white shirt and his cuffs a little frayed
Coming from where he did He was such a dignified child To even the toughest among us That would be too much
