This Is Me

[Broadway Play Narrator speaks]”The room applauded, and gold coins were thrown at the Sister and her husband. Then, slowly, the applause settled. The room remembered the other man who stood.The Main Princess's husband. A man the royals believed had risen only because of his wife. A laborer among the wealthy, a common man among the crowned. Yet secretly, he wanted to be King. I mean, ain't that a poor man's dream? He steps forward.”

This is me,

Who I am,

Is all I can be.

Does that make me less than?

Does that make me more than?

Anyone in this room?

I've got no golden rings to show,

No grand estate, no name to grow.

Just these two hands,

And what they've known,

A little bread,

A place called home.

I've built the things

I've never owned.

I've warmed the hearts

That turned to stone.

I've watched the sun

Fall on their gold,

And wondered what

My life was worth

When mine was never theirs to hold.

If I stood here without my wife,

Would you see a man?

Would you hear my voice

Or turn away

Before I began?

If I reached for that crown of Gold,

Would you laugh at the sight?

Can a poor man's dream be wrong

Just because his hands aren't white

With gold and light?

I know what it means to provide,

To swallow my pride,

To stand by the door

While they decide

Who deserves more.

But somewhere beneath this worn-out sleeve,

There's a man who dares to believe...

This is me,

Who I am,

Is all I can be.

Does that make me less than?

Does that make me more than?

Anyone in this room?

I'm not asking you to love me.

I'm not begging for a hand.

I'm just asking if a man like me

Can dream of ruling Gold's land.

This is me...

Who I am...

Is all I can be.