Wounds In the Way

She gives her body freely Cause she can't give herself completely There are wounds in the way She cannot bear to be naked to the world So instead she just fakes it with a man There are wounds in the way If they would have treated a little girl And a little boy when basically still just a baby With some respect and human dignity Maybe there wouldn't be so many failed relationships We might even had a ghost of a chance Of just loving each other - body, mind, and soul He gives his money freely Cause he can't give himself completely There are wounds in the way. He cannot bear to be honest with himself So what the hell, he'll lie to a woman There are wounds in the way If they would have treated a little boy And a little girl when basically still just a baby With some respect and human dignity Maybe there wouldn't be so many failed relationships We might even had a ghost of a chance Of just loving each other - body, mind, and soul As time passes by they begin to multiply There are wounds in the way Adding up secretly like the rings of an old oak tree There are wounds in the way Some old and some new, All stifling, debilitating and cruel There are wounds in the way And some are passed down from elder to youth They don't even belong to you There are wounds in the way As time passes through, They begin to accrue a strange sort of value Some that you think are worth holding onto Cause you don't want to change who you are - no you don't He loves her strong and true, But when he gets angry it gets misconstrued into violence There are wounds... And she loves him equally But when she feels misunderstood Instead of sharing openly and honestly She is wounded. There are wounds in the way (Repeat)