It’s a choice to pay attention
And a calling for the few
Who never lose their inner light
Or change their point of view
With passion and compassion
And a heart forever pure
With scars that will not fade with time
From pain they have endured
But they still find some comfort
Every time a teardrop starts
With a truth that’s worth believing
Open veins and bleeding hearts
Bleeding hearts feel all the sorrow
In a world grown dark and cold
Never hiding from those feelings
Rarely doing what they’re told
Unafraid to share their feelings
Never buckling from the strain
Writing songs about injustice
As they open up a vein
Many people choose to tune out
As the world keeps turning ‘round
All the hatred and the hunger
All the blood spilled on the ground
Where the wounded and the dying
Are so very far away
And the little children crying
Are not mentioned when they pray
Still the singer tells their story
Feeling every single part
Trying to touch another pilgrim
Open veins and bleeding hearts
And a calling for the few
Who never lose their inner light
Or change their point of view
With passion and compassion
And a heart forever pure
With scars that will not fade with time
From pain they have endured
But they still find some comfort
Every time a teardrop starts
With a truth that’s worth believing
Open veins and bleeding hearts
Bleeding hearts feel all the sorrow
In a world grown dark and cold
Never hiding from those feelings
Rarely doing what they’re told
Unafraid to share their feelings
Never buckling from the strain
Writing songs about injustice
As they open up a vein
Many people choose to tune out
As the world keeps turning ‘round
All the hatred and the hunger
All the blood spilled on the ground
Where the wounded and the dying
Are so very far away
And the little children crying
Are not mentioned when they pray
Still the singer tells their story
Feeling every single part
Trying to touch another pilgrim
Open veins and bleeding hearts
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