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