I'm the last to know the difference Between a war and a truce Sometimes I still need assistance Telling love from abuse No, I never asked for this Shame and fear and emptiness How can we tell fake from real When we're still fighting ghosts With a painted shield? I'm the last to be forgiven By myself The denial, it kept me driven Away from help No, I never asked for this Broken-hearted loneliness How can we trust what we feel When we're still fighting ghosts With a painted shield? When you're looking for money and fame Everybody wants to look with you But when you're looking for justice and blame, oh no Very few people want to look for the truth Painful past will keep repeating Until you shine a light And give your heart the space for grieving All the things that weren't right No, I never asked for this Faith and grace and forgiveness How can we begin to heal 'Til we stop fighting ghosts With a wooden sword and a painted shield? Wooden sword and a painted shield