I’m really what she says I am
It’s easy to think, not to understand
My shroud is broken but still I see
A tinted glass in front of me

Why can’t you just break through the wall
I put it up to see it fall
It’s just too good to let it go
But it’s still too good to let you know

How I felt and how I dealt
with problems you can’t see
The pain that dwelt and left a welt
Upon my wounded knee