Don’t tell her your troubles
For she will listen
Don’t tell her how life
Has been unfair
Don’t tell her it’s hard to get through a day
Don’t tell her because she is already there

Don’t abuse her compassion
To lend you an ear
Abuse her good will
Year after year
A friend to you
But you not to she
Did you forget her life?
Is yours all that you see?

She has no riches, takes pride in her poor
While you, my friend
Are just seeking more
More objects of beauty, she’ll never see
More time for fine moments
For her’ll never be

Her richness is growth from a battered soul
Her fortune is one of hard life
Pulling her family through each day
Head tired with pride
On the pillow at night

The troubles that you
Think you know
Are truly not troubles at all
The test of life could prove this now
If  you ever should fall

Down to where she lives each day
Humble and begging for naught
For perfect life out of reach
The perfect life you’ve got

So don’t tell her your troubles for she will listen
Don’t tell her how life is unfair
She’ll comply with kindness
Love in her heart
While the world that she lives
Survives on despair