Walking through town with a friend,
Though he lived with a scarlet letter
He chose nothing but love, and to never judge.
A stranger came up and yelled her poison
“I hope you burn in hell for what you’ve done,”
and then ran away.
I heard her voice, but didn’t see her face.
I asked, what was she wearing,
And he said, “A yellow dress.”
So I tore off to find the culprit, never to be found.
How do you deal, I asked my friend,
With these crazy judgers in the yellow dress,
Knowing she wasn’t the first and won’t be the last.
I’m thankful for those yellow dresses cause they remind me of where I’ve been
They tell me of the man I once was and the man I’ll never again be
They teach me to be more compassionate towards those I’d first want to judge
And love those it’d be easier to hate
They teach me to turn the other cheek and walk away instead of fighting
But most of all I’m thankful, for those yellow dresses
Because they’ve made me a stronger man
And without them I wouldn’t be me