Wounded World -

I can never see the light

The one that guides and leads my sight

It is lost, and can never be found

For it has been darkened

Desperate times

The world is now black

No hope for the innocent

It cannot turn back

Desperate times

Were under attack

No hope for the innocent

It cannot turn back

A chronic plague has now arrived

The nuclear haze will soon arise

The ashes of the living are nearly unveiled

A wounded world can never be healed

Deadly fumes have filled the air

And smothered the land

The toxic waste of a putrid state

Recovery is far too late

Deadly fumes have filled the air

And smothered the land

The toxic waste of a putrid state

Recovery is far too late

Running, can’t look back

The ground starts burning up

Hearing Voices, piercing my ears

Death swallows my lungs so slowly

In the shadows, demons hide

Their faces they will not confide

As I approach, they start to crawl

Desperate to drag me into the depths

Wounded Word

Wounded World