Compassion

Why can't people be people like me? Why don't they believe people like you? All the money in the world doesn't make what you're saying right Privilege buys its own success and you think that it's alright? You can't change the dealer or the cards that you've been dealt You grew up in the roses or you grew up with the belt So just what would you do when you find yourself here not there? Empty cupboards empty fridge No ballgowns No-one cares If I could be you and you could be me would we see things differently? I like to believe that you could see That people like me are alright and we We need to see We need to hear There's compassion for everyone We need to feel and know that it's real There's compassion for everyone Do you believe in compassion for everyone? Compassion for everyone Do you believe? What we need is compassion that stands In awe at the burden the poor have to carry Rather than stand in judgement At the way they carry it Do you believe in compassion for everyone? Compassion for everyone Do you believe?