Just who am I to be judging
When I don't have all the facts
Or know just how to qualify
The reasons behind the acts.

Is destiny, really responsive
To any man's guiding shove?
Who knows what 'might' have been..
What forces are at work, above?

To come right out and judge
Is nothing short of vain,
For who am I to say
I've seen it all so plain.

Much better to agree that I
Will never encompass the whole
But see only 'bits and pieces'
Of what goes on in a soul.