You were born in poverty and ignorance and dirt;
You chose to fight against it, even though it hurt.
You taught yourself, you studied, read,
You worked and worked to get ahead,
And you did it, you did it, you did it!
And now, you are guilty.
You are guilty of winning your battles;
You are guilty of being true;
You are guilty of being the best you could be
For the best inside of you!
So, celebrate your guilt now,
The guilt of innocence!
Look in that mirror proudly
And feel a joy immense!
On hands and knees I bow to you
Who are my spirit’s wife.
Inside, I’m soaring, glad and free,
For such a light of life!