Take the sound of your own tears
Multiply by unknown years
You’ve been so brave, unafraid underneath
You’ll bear the wounded child
Walking wounded
Can’t rewrite the story told they hold so tight
Play the part they must relieve
Do not forget, do not for give
We do all that we can do
To survive what we’re put through
Here in this cool, ruthless world
To unsay, to show the wounded child
There’s no gain when we encore
The pave of past forever more
Nothing real for us to score
The love that’s lost we can’t restore
Let it fall, let it perish
Free the memory we cherish
Here in this blind, careless world
Where our kind create the wounded child
Free the memory – Annette Peacock
