<font color="white"size="6">PLEASE RELOAD</font>

Walk a mile in my shoes

Before you're quick to judge.

See my life, through my eyes,

Before you hold a grudge.

No one knows what I've been through

Or how many tears I've cried.

No one cares about the pain

And the grief I've tried to hide.

If you look beyond the surface,

Past only the faults you see,

There is a heart of goodness.

That heart belongs to me.

So, don't say that I've done wrong

And try to cast the first stone

Because, sitting in your judgment seat,

You're hiding sins of your own.