Living On the Front Line
We trod through shards of broken glass
Of broken lives, and broken hearts
That cut so deep, 'til you can't feel
The wounds that ease, but never heal
Scattered pieces of those I once knew
You'll find in the fields and the sick beds too
Years pass, but the fragments remain
From a distance seem whole
But tell that to my brain
People ask me to share how I'm feeling
They say time is a healer
But who is it healing?
It's like I'm living on the front line
The thoughts in my mind don't sound like mine
Black dog is clawing at my chest
Lungs burn each time I catch my breath
My eyes are heavy, but I can't sleep
My heart is aching, but I can't weep
It's over, the war is won
But my war inside had just begun
I try, but choke each time I speak
The secret touch made me feel weak
The ability to share my truth
Just like my innocence, was stolen from my youth
It's like I'm living on the front line
The thoughts in my mind don't sound like mine
Black dog is clawing at my chest
Lungs burn each time I catch my breath
My eyes are heavy, but I can't sleep
My heart is aching, but I can't weep
It's over, the war is won
But my war inside had just begun
It's like I'm caught up in the crossfire
Tore my soul on some broken barbed wire
With those around me dead and gone
They tell me I'm the lucky one
They tell me I'm the lucky one
They tell me I'm the lucky one
Don't feel like I'm the lucky one
Where have I gone?
Of broken lives, and broken hearts
That cut so deep, 'til you can't feel
The wounds that ease, but never heal
Scattered pieces of those I once knew
You'll find in the fields and the sick beds too
Years pass, but the fragments remain
From a distance seem whole
But tell that to my brain
People ask me to share how I'm feeling
They say time is a healer
But who is it healing?
It's like I'm living on the front line
The thoughts in my mind don't sound like mine
Black dog is clawing at my chest
Lungs burn each time I catch my breath
My eyes are heavy, but I can't sleep
My heart is aching, but I can't weep
It's over, the war is won
But my war inside had just begun
I try, but choke each time I speak
The secret touch made me feel weak
The ability to share my truth
Just like my innocence, was stolen from my youth
It's like I'm living on the front line
The thoughts in my mind don't sound like mine
Black dog is clawing at my chest
Lungs burn each time I catch my breath
My eyes are heavy, but I can't sleep
My heart is aching, but I can't weep
It's over, the war is won
But my war inside had just begun
It's like I'm caught up in the crossfire
Tore my soul on some broken barbed wire
With those around me dead and gone
They tell me I'm the lucky one
They tell me I'm the lucky one
They tell me I'm the lucky one
Don't feel like I'm the lucky one
Where have I gone?
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Writer(s): Meryn Nixon
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