I'll have a day my way without wrong
So she let's her hair down, and hums a familiar song
Open-ended, this end up
Twenty-five cents tells my sob story
One of wiped eyes and of dragonfly dreams
One where peace visits often

Let the years be kind and sieve-like, for the love of the wounded.
Filter out this hate, strike me up instead of down, for the love of the wounded
Oh silly me, crazy in these lazy days
Find for me what it means to be truly free
I'll change my name for rejection's sake
What would mother say if I were happy for awhile?

If these castle walls destroyed dragonfly dreams and peace kept its distance
Let the years be kind and sieve-like, for the love of the wounded
Filter out this hate, strike me up instead of down, for the love of the wounded