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March of the Wounded

Lyrics and melody written by Anna Madsen Jefferies. All rights reserved. 

Open the window, let in the light. They'll be forced to listen if you stand up and fight. Breathe in the fire, exhale your rage, take back the keys you gave them to your cage. Scream from the front lines, run to the hills! Fight for the pride they took against your will. Scream for your sanity, let them feel your pain. Let them know, oh let them know, they can't hurt you again. Oh let them know, oh let them know, they can't hurt you again. Time will be your friend when you want to stitch your wounds, but don't let it escape you as you plan for your next move. Never let the past dictate your worth. Remember who you are and let your voice be heard. Scream from the front lines, run to the hills! Fight for the pride they took against your will. Scream for your sanity, let them feel your pain. Let them know, oh let them know, they can't hurt you again. Oh let them know, oh let them know, they can't hurt you again. This is the march of the wounded, they won't take you for granted. Stand up, stand up, and dry your eyes. This is your time. Scream from the front lines, run to the hills! Fight for the pride they took against your will. Scream for your sanity, let them feel your pain. Let them know, oh let them know, they can't hurt you again. Oh let them know, oh let them know, they can't hurt you again.