My Heart Cries, When You Don't Understand the Truth.

To every story
There is two sides.
Two competitors
Head to head.
Two fists clenching
Ready to defend.
Two Einsteins arguing
About the same reality.

And every side
Believes that they are right
And the other is completely wrong.
They kick and scream
Both blocking out words
They don't want to hear.

So which is right?
And which is wrong?

I think
There are better questions to be asked.

Why can't we just get along?
Why must we gnash our teeth,
Stomp our feet,
And wail
About things we've only
Assumed?
When will we learn to open
Our hearts and ears?
And quit second-guessing
One another's intentions?
When will we stop saying,
"I told you so" ?
How long will it take
For us to see
That we are all imperfect?
When will we put to rest
Our accusing fingers
And learn to love both stories?

Fore the judged is always the judgmental.
The victim is always the murderer.
The quiet always say the most.
And when you try to blame others
For your guilt and mistakes
You show your true colors.

When?
When will this all stop?
Perhaps when I've left this Earth
But what I do know for now
Is a simple fact and it's that,
My heart cries
When you don't understand the truth.

And as an answer to
The prior inquiry,
Neither is right.
And neither is wrong.
It all just depends,
On what side you're on.