Wounded Healers

Words Bernie Gilbert and Brook Schoenfield

Music Brook Schoenfield © 2003

We all begin as a baby

That's where the whole thing starts

Boy or a girl, all over the world

Born with an open heart

Before long we are wounded

Wounded with each passing day

In a school of hard knocks, what a strange paradox

That our wounds guide us on our way

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We are the wounded healers

Healed by what is true

We are the wounded healers

Our love will take us through

A healer's got to listen

To listen and understand

We lovingly fashion a cup of compassion

Reach out a helping hand

Sometimes, we feel like we’re nothing

But it might take a friend to see

It’s true that we suffer, but so much offer

Awareness and empathy

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