- Verse 1 -

Every stroke of the paintbrush, it speaks of her soul,
The girl and the woman, so broken, so cold,
In a world full of violence, of hatred and pain,
She stands and she trembles, facing the rain,
It falls all around her; chilling her bones,
All the actions that no one could hope to condone,
The moments that stole all she hoped to possess,
She’s left as a soggy, and frail little mess.

- Bridge -

See and speak and hear no evil,
The world in which you need no part,
Quash the doubts and mounting fears!
Mend that broken, bleeding heart.

- Chorus -

If we reflect those who have hurt us the most,
Our true selves will die, we will walk as if ghosts,
In a time full of pretense, of cruelty- fear,
I will not be like them, no, that much is clear.

- Verse 2 -

She is born of the cruel times, and yet she forgives,
Her heart is so open, it continues to give,
Every struggle defines her; each breath and each gasp,
She watches us all through the veils of her mask,
As a child bred in anger, aggression and hate,
You’d think these are things that she’d demonstrate,
Yet she lives as a pacifist, talking things through,
Why would she want to be all that she knew?

- Bridge -

See and speak and hear no evil,
The world in which you need no part,
Quash the doubts and mounting fears!
Mend that broken, bleeding heart.

- Chorus -

If we reflect those who have hurt us the most,
Our true selves will die, we will walk as if ghosts,
In a time full of pretense, of cruelty- fear,
I will not be like them, no, that much is clear.

- Verse 3 -

A flutter of fingertips, her mind is inspired,
No longer is sick, and no longer so tired,
The guilt is now over, the shame is at end,
All the scars- they are healing, all the wounds will soon mend,
The tests and the trials may lash at her sides,
Seconds of tears and the minutes of smiles,
Yet through all that may happen in this life each day,
She will fight till the end, she will battle away.

- Bridge -

See and speak and hear no evil,
The world in which you needs no part,
Quash the doubts and mounting fears!
Mend that broken, bleeding heart.

- Chorus -

If we reflect those who have hurt us the most,
Our true selves will die, we will walk as if ghosts,
In a time full of pretense, of cruelty- fear,
I will not be like them, no, that much is clear.

- Verse 4 -
Yet how can we judge all the ones we hold dear,
How can we observe if we cannot stand near?
Where is the innocence, the moments to play?
Or have they been stolen by shadowing days?
No one knows the answers, yet all know the fear,
We cannot suppress the rivers of tears,
The blood and depravity, the spirits of men,
I wonder if all of this sickness shall end.

All we can do and all we can say,
Is hope for and cherish the happier days,
As we…

- Bridge -

See and speak and hear no evil,
The world in which you need no part,
Quash the doubts and mounting fears!
Mend that broken, bleeding heart.

- Chorus -
We cannot reflect those who have hurt us the most,
As our true selves will die, we will walk as if ghosts,
In a time full of pretense, of cruelty- fear,
We cannot be like them, no, that much is clear.
We cannot be like them and bring all to tears,
We cannot be like them, no, that much is clear.