Wounded Soldiers

Music by Joe Vuong

Vocals by Christine Vuong

Lyrics and engineering by John Benko

WOUNDED SOLDIERS

Wounded Soldiers (The War of Love)

Verse 1:

We march through the ashes, hearts torn in two,

Bandaged and bleeding, but we’re pushing through.

The scars tell a story, deep in our skin,

Only the broken know where love begins. 

Pre-Chorus:

The untouched fall fast, they don’t understand,

The battlefield’s ours, it’s a trembling land.

With every lost fight, we learn to stand,

The war of love’s fought by a wounded band. 

Chorus:

Wounded soldiers, we’re the ones who stay,

Hearts like shrapnel, but we fight anyway.

Through the smoke and the fire, we know the cost,

In the war of love, it’s the wounded who’re boss. 

Verse 2:

They march in armor, they break and flee,

Love’s a grenade that they’ll never see.

We’ve felt the same shadows, carried the ache,

Learned how to cradle what others forsake.

Through all the trauma, we’ve grown to care,

For wounded beside us, we know what they bear. 

Pre-Chorus:

The untouched fall fast, they don’t understand,

The war of love’s fought by a wounded band. 

Chorus:

Wounded soldiers, we’re the ones who stay,

Hearts like shrapnel, but we fight anyway.

Through the smoke and the fire, we know the cost,

In the war of love, it’s the wounded who’re boss. 

Bridge 1:

We’ve walked through the fire, we’ve tasted the sting,

Know every fracture that heartbreak can bring.

So we bind up the hurting, with hands that have bled,

Love’s truest soldiers rise where tears are shed. 

Bridge 2:

Let the pristine run, let them hide from the flame,

They’ll never know courage, they’ll never know shame.

We carry the weight of a thousand goodbyes,

But we lift up our own with fire in our eyes. 

Chorus:

Wounded soldiers, we’re the ones who stay,

Hearts like shrapnel, but we fight anyway.

Through the smoke and the fire, we know the cost,

In the war of love, it’s the wounded who’re boss. 

Outro:

So here’s to the fallen, the ones who dared,

The hearts left in pieces, the souls repaired.

In the war of love, we’ll never give in,

Wounded soldiers, where the fight begins.