I don't want your money
I don't do it for fame
I don't even need to know
You ever knew my name
I just need this moment
To break you from the game
And realize that from God's eyes
We are all the same
From debutantes to paupers
Moguls to the meek
Athletes and grand elite
To the frail and the weak
From the rich to the poor
We have one thing in common
Your status doesn't matter
From the inside of a coffin
From the miracle of birth
To pomp and circumstance
Or humble cold beginnings
And living just by chance
Life is far too short
To forget how to pray
Since all men will stand equal
On judgment day
Oh, you can keep your money
I don't believe in fame
I don't even want to know
You ever knew my name
Just take a quiet moment
Forget about the game
And realize that from God's eyes
We are all the same
