Stitch These Painful, Open Wounds

Stitch these painful, open wounds: fate is something one chooses; many faces stare and frown... not an ounce of pity is shown! I won't ever finish my final score, I'm another ship stranded offshore; I've helped other take lift their weight... until they safely got to their gate! Not a thankful word I got in return, not even a handshake as a reward; risks were a possible hundredfold... was silence too frightful to mourn? Stitch these painful, open wounds, there won't be other serene days; dreary skies reflect actual life... they'll march and play the fife! I'm too good, I'm too kind; they give me the thumb down: reason with the shrewdest mind... keep afloat and never drown! Stitch these painful, open wounds, am I to blame for all the deaths? My body was a heavy armor shield; I can still hear that horrible sound!