Who are the Teachers

V1:
Who are the teachers
in this school that we call life?
Who do I learn from?  How do I measure
what I'm taught is wrong or right?
Where does the knowledge come?

From he who owns the mansion on the hill,
the one who's trained to heal,
the preacher from the pulpit,
are they right?
Or is it the homeless in the park, the addict in the park,
the lost soul walking aimless in the night?

Who are the teachers?
Who are the teachers?
Who do I learn from?

Chorus:
Who will teach me,
 to judge another isn't right?
Who will teach me,
the candle that I hold, deep within my soul
can bring forth light?

Teach me to be kind,
to find the path that winds,
back to where I came from long ago.
Who are the teachers?  Who are the teachers?
I need to know.

V2:
Who are the teachers
in this school that we call life?
Who do I learn from?  How do I measure
what I'm taught is wrong or right?
Where does the knowledge come?

From one who wears success upon his sleeve,
who never seems to grieve,
the banker, or the lawyer or the such?
Or is it the child in the cold,
the lonely or the old,
the one who doesn't ask for much?

Who are the teachers?
Who are the teachers?
Who should I learn from?

Who are the teachers?
Who are the teachers?
Who should I learn from?