The Walking Wounded
A sigh of disbelief does thirst
A heart broken but even worst
Is ones soul trampled by dreams
Not lived, unloved, both double teamed
A childs cry not heard at night
As lawyers meet in court to fight
Custody where parents fail
To love children their love has failed
A trail of hurt and circumstance
Where no one wins or lives romance
That keeps a bond, the human kind
So sad to say how some live blind
Blind to those that need a hug
A minute yours your shoulder shrugs
A load heavy that weighs them down
Your smile to turn their frown around
The walking wounded spares no color
Friends, family, maybe no other
One to tell of great misfortune
Great their need of love, their portion
The sick, that fight each day to live
Some time of yours maybe to give
Back to them what they need most
Your ear to lend, a listening post
Broken, bruised, maybe too shattered
To think that they to you don't matter
A chance to change a soul that needs
Love the kind that intercedes
Today maybe you'll run into
One in need, a soul to soothe
For many are that walk today
The walking wounded for you they've prayed
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