HURT


A curse so lightly cast
One word that cuts like glass
Raging against the tears that fall.
Silently we turn away
Then that voice, the faraway.
Whispers:
Why do you hurt me so?

Dark streets, the bloodied hands
A pain we barely understand
We shake our heads, run from it all.
But we just can't hide
From murmurs deep inside
The cry:
Why do you hurt me so?

We rip the ground for gold
Treasures we can't hold
In our heads, we put aside the call.
Then the hunger grows
To be with the One we know
Who whispers:
Why do you hurt me so?