Bullets and stones may break your bones
And names may be tattooed on your skin
They say that all wounds will heal in time
Whether the cause lies without or within

Your body is a road map of all the places you have seen
You should be proud of the fault lines and the ravines
You’ve been battered and scarred, you’re not afraid to die
But you never let them see you cry
You never let them see you cry

You’re flesh and blood, you’re skin and bone
But your spine is iron, your will is steel
They say that idle hands are the devil’s tools
So you use them to distract yourself from what you feel

Your body is a road map of all the places you have seen
You should be proud of the fault lines and the ravines
You’ve been battered and scarred, you’re not afraid to die
But you never let them see you cry
You never let them see you cry