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Throwing Stones Into A Raging River
Throwing stones into a raging river
I wouldn’t say be careful
It’s just not my style
Neither would I say “even God can’t sink this ship”
Into the ears of a little child
If I was given fortune, fame and popularity
You wouldn’t hear me say “I’m more popular than Jesus Christ”
Because a bullet I might see
If I saw a sunset, a sunrise or a rainbow in the sky
I wouldn’t thank “Mother Earth” or even “Father Time”
When I take a walk in the woods, climb a mountain or sail a sea
I would never thank random chance for doing this for me
If I was to hold a newborn baby
Whether boy or girl or both
Whether mine or someone else’s
Whether with or without oath
The last thing on my mind
The last thing I would think
Would be how could something so perfect
Come out of the kitchen sink
If I was to sail to Galapagos
Or dive on some tropical coral reef
How could I possibly raise my hands to the sky
And worship “Time” as my master and chief
When I want to philosophize
About the deep things going around in my head
I would never write a book to the world
Just to proclaim “God is dead”
If I was to achieve world powers
So that I could control all the news
Why would I waste my time and energies
Just to brutally murder six million Jews
So I guess what I’m saying
What I might be trying to imply
Is if you don’t understand something
You might want to look up to the sky
