Stone

The more stones you'd throw on others The more chances that they'd come back No one is clean it's in the proverbs It could be you who reaps the wrath The echoes of persecution Plant the curse of His retribution And one day, so swift and hasty Will strike back like a raging fury So tame your tongue if it does not praise Far better to close your lips For those who jabber could slip And fall hard without a lift Use instead your stone For others to walk on by So that one day when fate is born You have someone to lift you high