Stephanie Sammons - Mend

“Mend”
© 2023 Stephanie Sammons / Publishing PRO (BMI)
I am a black sheep in a flock
of deniers
How do we discern
between the prophets and the liars
I don’t recognize
this monolithic place
How did we forget
to love and learn to hate

We are soldiers on a battlefield
In a war that never ends
We’ve got wounds that may never heal
How will we mend how will we mend

We are strangers to each other
in our own homes
We let scratches become cuts down
to the bone
We’re echoing words
that we remember hearing
We’re on this boat together
We don’t know who’s steering

Chorus

We are dying on the hill
of conviction
Is it better to be right
maybe we could listen

[Chorus Instrumental]

Chorus