I see you
The self-made man
Built everything with your own right hand
Stand up tall so you can see it all
Stamped with your name which will never fall
Nothing was given, everything begged
Long nights on the doorstep of the workhouse
Bread not eaten and another penny saved
Paying off the landlord of the poorhouse
Knocking on the front door twenty times over
Hat in hand, on bended knee
Who can say that they gave you nothing
When you paid in humility
Sitting in that old leather throne
Listening to the music rising from their bones
Why should you open your door to them?
Those beggars could have chosen to be self-made men
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