Walking With the Wounded .

Every time you put your hands on me,
you're walking with the wounded.
The scars run deep, deeper than I let you know.
Your touch takes me back to memories long since past.
You're walking with the wounded
and you haven't got a clue exactly how far my battle scar goes.
It's hard to give myself to you when I don't have much left to give.
The bruises that I feel haven't healed and I don't feel they ever will.
I don't know if you'll ever understand.

You're walking with the wounded.