One Eight Six Five

They walk with the years still on their skin
Ain't no telling where their past has been
Two four five whips on their backs
Two four five flaws in their black

They talk with the loss of a million lives
And hurt with the stabs of a million knives
Two four five wounds on their birth
Two four five faults on their worth

They struggle like the heart of a broken girl
Yet strive like the start of a brand new world
Two four five cracks on their skin
Two four five tries to begin

They aim with the high of the highest cloud
And sing with the bulk of the loudest loud
Two four five whips on their backs
Two four five flaws in their black