When I Throw Stones      By John Flynn
© Flying Stone Music It’s hard to admit you choose injury over persuasion
Forgetting the rules you were taught so well when you were young
To treat folks the way that you wish they’d treat you
Lately I’ve found that much harder to do
‘Cause anger that grinds down my heart only sharpens my tongue

But when I throw stones, where those stones fall
Piles of stones become stone walls

When did theses names and these labels become so important?
Why do we put folks in boxes for what they believe?
And just exactly when did I stop seeing
people as people and humans as being
entitled to their own opinions; though I disagree?

When I throw stones, where those stones fall
Piles of stones become stone walls

I will continue to stand up for what I believe in
I will continue to tell truth no matter the cost
But I will remember the arrogant blindness
Afflicting those who tell their truth without kindness
And will remember the battles I’ve already lost

When I throw stones, where those stones fall
Piles of stones become stone walls
I must tear down the walls that have grown
The walls that I build when I throw stones