Battered and Bruised

See that child there
Crying for momma's hand
But all he gets
Is a hand of wrath

See that man there
Quiet and insecure
A past that he hides
Inside his anger burns

See the rain outside
It washes away
All the dirt and grime
But the past won't easily fade

See the rain outside
It washes away
All the dirt and grime
But the past won't easily fade

You may look fine on the surface
But read between the lines
There is purpose
In every avoidance

But do you, yes you?
Do you know what it's like?
To be battered and bruised?
Are you battered and bruised?

See the child there?
Wanting to die
Grew up too fast
Hiding with the lies

Perhaps he was picked on
For being different
But now he learns
To ignore his own existence

Now the lines are drawn
Where do you belong?
Where do you belong?

Can you see this in my heart?
Can you see the cradled arms?
Outstretched and hoping
But never finding

If you ask me, then yes I do
I know what it feels like
To be battered and bruised

And if you ask me, then yes I do
I know what it feels like
To be battered and bruised

See that child there
Crying for momma's hand
But all he gets
Is a hand of wrath