Track byAntonio Pompa-Baldi
I see the scars from a mad man's knife Marks on your wrist where he had you tied You try and tell me it doesn't mean a thing I hear the sad songs you're left to sing You thought you could take it, day after day You're blessed to be able to still walk away Your mother told you they were dirty old men They say if you don't play you can't win You want love, you need love There's love on the mountain His hands were folded as if to pray But he never had any words to say He walked beside you then and he left you alone To face the fear that he places in your soul Prodigal girl, come in out of the cold Rest your feet before you explode Prodigal girl, I know you're hurt I know what they stole