Wounds -

Do you know how I feel

I see the concrete walls closing in on my memory

I have a way of digging things up from the past

This is another one that goes out to our friends who breathed their last

The past comes flooding back

The past comes flooding back to me

Turning around all the debris

Time is passing by

This goes out to the Raised Fist survivors

And our friends who went to sleep

No matter how I try to conceal

I have a big stone in my chest

A rift in my heart that I can’t seal

Time passes by, but this is the type of wound, that will never heal