Casualties of Love

Who was that girl with her head held low, or the one
crying out on the radio, who was she that averted
my gaze as she wandered alone in her dreamy haze,
Who was that man who always stayed last, drinking
alone and reliving his past, there's pain in their eyes,
stifling silent cries, wounded and lame wondering
who's to blame, hearts that are scarred and wounds
that won't heal, trust that is shattered, afraid
to feel, where can they go to get some respite, lost
and alone, their cries in the night, no building or
doctor, no state instutition, can offer them help
or any solution, we've all got a tale, a story to tell,
a scar to show how hard we fell, there's only one
way to continue in life, to regain what we lost
and battle the strife, we don't need a doctor, advice
or a nurse, we gather our strength and get back
on the horse, lets do it with courage, believe and
conviction, accept the past and accept no
restriction, we know what we are, we know
from above, we know we're the continuing
Casualties of LOVE.