[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.

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