THE WOUNDED AMONG US

Somewhere a soul is lonely…
Won’t you be a friend?
Tears fall gently from an eye…
One unhappy cannot mend.

The walking wounded bleed…
You’ll not see a flow of blood,
The wounded bleed within them
And inside is found the flood.

Will you open eyes to see
That we all are one of these,
Not a one without a wound…
Will you try to see this, please?

Somewhere a soul is lonely…
Won’t you be a friend?
Tears fall gently from an eye…
One unhappy cannot mend.