When I was a kid

The second of four

I remember my dad would sometimes

call me by my brother's name

It bothered me then

I thought if he loved me more

There's no way that he'd repeat the same mistake

I swore to him that when I'd finally grown

I would never do that sort of thing

But now that I've got three kids of my own

I love them and confuse them just the same



What I thought was true

What I thought was right

Sure looks a little different after all this time

No, the truth won't change

But perspective can

So much for the line in the sand

So much for the line in the sand



There was a time

I was on fire

I had a love for a Word I thought I knew but didn't understand

'Cause I used it as a weapon

To judge from on high

With no love or grace for any who were struggling

But struggles of my own I could not hide

And I found myself among the least of men

So you might imagine my surprise

As I came to recognize myself in them



Nobody knows what he wrote on the ground

Between the men with the stones and the one left to die

But there in the sand in front of that crowd

Was the sweep of a hand erasing a line

So give a name to your fear

Put a face to the name

Take a look at the tears in the eye of that face

and feel the pain

Take a walk in his shoes and feel something change

And know it's not the truth

No, it's not the truth

It's you