Why do you judge me from on high,
When you have no idea what it means to be down,
You got your flaws as much as I do,
Yet you call me weak and stupid,
You see me as a tool in your quest,
But at the end, it’s not you but me,
For I chose not to ask but obey,
Not to act except you speak,
For I’ve accepted defeat without a fight,
I fear to think, for thinking is a sin.