Wounded

I would but I'm wounded

And so justified

If I could but I'm on will

God knows I've tried

And how late, the murderer

Whom lost his knife

And how safe, the collumnist

Behind his pride

And I would but I'm heartsick

And cannot stand

I would but you know me

I'm half a mess

And how holy the Vatican

With all its wealth

And how God damn hard it is

To drink your health

And how fervent the weakness

Of human skin

And how hard I've tried, my love

To let you in

I would but I'm wounded