From Jerome Kern's All The Things You Are:
You think the only people who are people
Are the people who look and think like you
But if you walk the footsteps of a stranger
You'll learn things you never knew you never knew Cake is pretty awesome too. From The Distance:
You are the breathless hush of evening
That trembles on the brink of a lovely song.
And from Colors of the Wind (I couldn't pick a specific stanza, I love them both):
You think you own whatever land you land on
The Earth is just a dead thing you can claim
But I know every rock and tree and creature
Has a life, has a spirit, has a name
No trophy, no flowers, no flashbulbs, no wine,
He's haunted by something he cannot define.
Bowel-shaking earthquakes of doubt and remorse,
Assail him, impale him with monster-truck force.