Don’t Shoot the Wounded

I came to you
With a problem in the night
And I told you
How I'd fought and lost a fight
I knew you would help me
I knew you'd understand
That though I try to do right
I'm still a man

Friend, tell me, friend
How could you do it
I was counting on you
And you knew it
But now it seems
That the world has been told
The wound goes deeper
And the pain begins to grow

Don't shoot the wounded, oh...
Pick 'em up, make it right
Don't leave them laying, wading
At the mercy of the night
And if you have a chance, grab their hand
Grab it hard, pull them through
But don't shoot the wounded
Who tomorrow may be you

Whatever happened
To that able-to-depеnd-on way
When brother to brother
Waiting rеady to extend
Arms of love, not rejection
That take you out instead of in
To that backstabbing feeling
Waiting to begin again

Well, you can walk right by
Look down and laugh it off
Climb high upon your ladder
Look down and laugh it off
But one thing is for certain
One day, you're gonna fail
And then you'll be the cryer
After all, crying...

Don't shoot the wounded, oh...
Pick 'em up, make it right
But don't leave them laying, wading
At the mercy of the night
And if you have a chance, grab their hand
Grab it hard, pull them through
But don't shoot the wounded
Who tomorrow may be you

Call upon your brother now
You have got to let him know you care
Don't let him go under now
When you've told him that you would be there
Friend, where were you

Don't shoot the wounded
Pick 'em up, make it right
But don't leave them laying, wading
At the mercy of the night
And if you have a chance, grab their hand
Grab it hard, pull them through
But don't shoot the wounded
Who tomorrow may be you

Don't shoot the wounded
Don't shoot the wounded...