[Intro ] Who are they to judge? Who are we to judge? Who wants to stand in the middle of it all, just trying to function, just trying not to fall? [Verse 1] We wanna work, we wanna learn, we wanna make it through, but every door gets closed before we get a chance to prove. We're caught between the chairs, between the rules and the demands, you see the outside of a person, never what they understand. You see the papers, see the numbers, see the errors in a line, but behind every single figure there's a life you're leaving behind. All the nights spent worrying, all the steps that feel too steep, all the times we kept on fighting when we barely got to breathe. [Pre-Chorus] They want to, but can't. They try, but don't get through. They ask for just a little help, but hear there's nothing you can do. [Chorus ] Who are we to judge? Who gave you the right to decide who deserves a place to stand and who gets left outside? You talk of hope, you talk of faith, but where's the help when the whole world shakes? Words can sound just like a bridge, but action gets us to the other side. We're more than boxes on your forms, more than numbers on a page. We are people with our stories, we all deserve the same. Who are they to judge? Who are we to judge? We carry things you'll never see. [Verse 2 ] You count every penny, every dollar, every step, like the worth of someone's life is all that they can represent. You've got our futures in your hands, do you feel the weight? Behind every signature, there's a life that has to wait. A child who feels the pressure while we hide it with a smile, a parent making miracles with almost nothing left inside. We must fight, we must smile, prove ourselves time after time, but how long can someone keep going when they're always left behind? Pawns upon a chessboard, moved around to suit your game, we're the rags you use to wipe away the crumbs and take the blame. Then you throw us to the side when we no longer fit your plan, while the ones who sit above us never feel what we withstand. [Pre-Chorus] They want to, but can't. They try, but don't get through. How can dreams begin to grow when you tear apart what we build? [Chorus] Who are we to judge? Who gave you the right to decide who deserves a place to stand and who gets left outside? You talk of hope, you talk of faith, but where's the help when the whole world shakes? Words can sound just like a bridge, but action gets us to the other side. [Verse 3 ] Hate keeps growing between us, dividing us in lines, one, two, three — who's approved and who gets left behind? We sort people by their background, their abilities, their flaws, like we all began this race with equal chances from the start. But who decided what's normal? Who designed that perfect mold? Who said you have to fit it just to have a place called home? Different minds and different stories, different ways to make it through, different battles, different burdens, different versions of the truth. Some hide behind a laughter, saying, “I'm doing okay.” Some stopped asking for help 'cause they know what people say. Some are fighting every day with things you'll never understand, while others judge their whole existence without knowing who they am. [Bridge ] It settles in your feelings, in the words you hear each day. In the battles that you turn on yourself when you can't find your way. Wounds that no one sees, a little less belief. You get used to never being good enough, until silence takes the lead. We don't need another speech if you turn your eyes away. We need someone who stands beside us and makes a change that stays. BAAM! Who's normal? Who's wrong? Who belongs where you belong? Who gets help? Who must wait? Who gets left alone again? [Final Chorus ] Who are we to judge? We've all got something hidden, something no one else can see, something heavy we've been given. Stop measuring our worth by a mold we never chose. No one matters any less when life takes a harder road. We're more than boxes on your forms, more than numbers on a page. We are voices, we are dreams, we deserve to have a say. No one's worth less just because the world won't understand. It's the system that must change, not the people left outside its plans. [Outro] Different qualities. Different stories. Different roads through life. But the same worth. The same right to be seen. The same right to be heard. The same right to receive help. Who are they to judge? Who are we to judge?
