Pointing Fingers

When you point a finger There's three that's pointing back. I was taught as a nipper,and I have learnt just that To stand and judge another, you must be squeaky clean And even then,who put you on a pedastool to be my king or Queen. As to err is human,but to forgive sublime And I have to live with my actions,its not your life its mine. Until you've walked another's shoes, how can you say which path you'd choose. I try to treat others the best that I can, can't be doing with judges ,they're against natures plan. As with the laws of chaos,there's a very fine line, Between love and hate,good and bad,sunlight and moonshine. I have to take, whatever I have coming, to forgive myself first,its about mindful knowing. I do know people judge, when they feel guilt themselves, cause its easier to point at others,then breaking down their own shells. So if you've got a problem, come out and say it straight. To hold inside and fester,will only create hate. Then when its laid before us, we can work it out, sometimes we gotta cry, laugh ,talk and shout. Then we can leave the judges,to stand in their great courts, to wear their robes and silly wigs, and treat their lowers worse than pigs. And I'll answer to the goddess,and her crazy plan, and I'll carry on being, exactly who I am.