Wounded

I would but I'm wounded

And so justify

If I could but I'm unwell

God knows I've tried

How late the murderer

Who lost his knife

And how safe the colonist

Behind his pride

I would but I'm heart sick

And cannot stand

I would but you know me

I'm half a man

And how holy the Vatican

With all its wealth

And how goddamn 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.