Our souls, beaten black and blue,
Broken in two, by the pouring rain,
Can you explain, why we stay true,
To the broken rules, of this hurtful game?
Can you even explain, what comforts you?
Enough to get through, to the end of the day,
What stars guide your way, what light shines on you?
What keeps you true, what makes you stay?
What do the moonbeams say, that can mend your heart?
When it’s torn apart, by the sadness you’ve seen?
What does it mean, to go back to the start?
With your broken heart, and your broken dreams?
But to never scream, and never just fold,
Where you never told, sometimes just to give in?
'Cos we just can’t win, and we’re out in cold,
And our battered souls, and black and blue skin,
Are punch drunk on sin, and we’re on the ropes,
Only held up by hopes, and a stubborn frown,
You just won’t go down, won’t slip down that slope,
Lord knows how you cope, to stand your ground,
But that strength you’ve found, is a wonder to me,
And it helps me see, the truth at your heart,
And though it’s torn apart, you can’t let it be,
You still fight for me, as you did at the start,
May we never part, never have to choose,
Even if we lose, and we know we might,
Let’s stand up for what’s right, stand in each others shoes,
And cherish each bruise, and the chance to just fight.