Judge not

Terrorized and haunted, by actions of past
A gun to his head, and awaiting the blast
Crying for help, in ways we can't see
That terrorized person could be you, or be me

So judge not from vision, judge not from your eyes
Judge with your soul, you may be surprised
The bullet that sits, in that chamber of death
Could end his hurt life, and take not a breath

So once in your lifetime, when you see hurt and despair
Judge not the hurt person, but the child within there
That child longs to be free, wants to come out and say
I am free from my torture, now I can live one more day