WOUNDED - Lyrics

The night is old, but younger than she's feeling,

she prefers the street-lights to the lights of home,

for here where it's lonely the mind's eye can roam.

The bay that lies in blanket-mist is sleeping;

to wrap her shoulders, it's the wind alone,

but it's not unwelcome, its mood is her own.

For her mind is bursting, a cloud full and strained.

Now it is her time, time to rain:

"Now that I see the fool that was me,

I'm already lost in the ocean;

and though I'm heading for home, as well as I know,

I cannot make it alone

for I am wounded, I am wounded.

Is there anyone who'll reach out,

does anyone want to know?"

She frees a rope and drifts into the harbour,

there's no one to shun her, only the wind to moan,

and the lights in the distance could not have known.

But now the sails leap wildly, she fights them in vain,

and falters and falls hard in the rain.

It is much to have to face a world

that turns from her for it's known

she has stumbled, and how they all are itching

to condemn and disown.

But it's a cruel pride indeed

that furrows brows at those begging our forgiveness,

and it's a blind pride,

for who was ever fit to throw the first stone?