All The Wounded

Taken, hearded, driven into sheltered holdings
The division had begun
Stolen, broken, staring down their own derision
How can this be real

All the wounded creatures selling stories
Carried more than they could bear
All the wounded creatures raising crosses
Up where everythings unfair

Listen, hear them, screaming on of self importance
Why wont they all hear
Lifted, carried, holding up the final message
Why cant this be real

Burdened by knowing
Surrounded by listless
Where did it go wrong
Hearts for the bleeding
Plagued by the soft touch
Where did we go wrong

Desperately trying
See my scars
Right here from this place
Hear them, see them

All the wounded creatures selling stories
Carried more than they could bear
All the wounded creatures raising crosses
Up where everythings unfair