The Healing of a Wounded Creature

They come in all shapes and sizes, large and small Just trying to get through this world, trying to survive But they all have one trait Beaten down to the ground, once stood tall Might be crawling, but still alive They crawl away and wait Wounds are licked, the scars will always be there Blood is lost, the war that will not die Once the hunted, now becomes the hunter Tables are turned, their dreams become a nightmare Tooth for a tooth, eye for a eye They were not made that way by nature The body weaken, the mind grows stronger Learning from past mistakes made Slowly waiting for that day The yesterdays have passed, now come the future So that they price will be paid Could well be Judgment Day What goes around, sooner or later comes around When the giver becomes the receiver That is how it is when life is the teacher When peace and tranquility are found Making the deceiver become a true believer And the healing of a wounded creature