Casting Stones

Casting stones Yet we are all sinners just the same Taking turns with the pointing of the finger Yet we are all the ones to blame We created this world in which we live This place where so much has gone wrong Separated as we grow weak Never realizing that united we are strong Death is all around us In the dying of a dream Why in a world filled with so much hope Have the children lost their gleam Men are killing men Know one really knows what for A mother is crying out There has to be something more There has to be more than this sadness And hearts filled with hate Trust has grown bitter Has this truly become our fate I do not have the answers To all the problems to be solved But I do know that nothing will ever change If we do not get involved We must face the wind With the sun at our backs We may have stumbled here But we haven’t fallen completely off the track So let us all take a deep look inside Where the light of love can be shown Stop with the pointing of the finger And the casting of the stones The End Greg P