Judge not

A rock’s life, was not that of any old object,
It was of another world entirely,
In harmony he hoped
In harmony there was not

His brothers were the best looking
Flecked with gold all around
But what many didn’t know
Was what was inside these golden beings
Was a cold stonehearted creature
What many didn’t know
Was what this other rock was like
For the looks of someone
Was all they cared about

Don’t go judging for what you see outside
But look for who they really are inside
They who might look normal on the outside
Might inside
Have a heart of gold

In harmony we need to be
In harmony there can be