The Wounded

Homeless

The Wounded


Collateral so to speak, surpassed by aggression
We couldn’t reach those walls
We couldn’t break those walls
And when help came along, what did it do for us
Hope and screams, dope and dreams
We used to hide

Reading between the scars, some could see the pain
House of crows, the darkness grows
And as we all moved on, we never really lived
We couldn’t walk away, we would have walked away
We used to hide

We never really lived, we never talked
All the dreams we had, drowned in fear
And we never held hands, we never spoke
There is so much we have lost, so much to forgive
We used to hide