Blood Stained Hands

Written by: Travis Lone Hill

I have stopped my ways of being wild 
I have almost all together stop my ways of acting like a child 
But more often than not I think about if I did what I done was worth while 
I look at my scars upon my hands, each one tells a story 
but not every scar is filled with glory 
I regret the deep cuts on my hands caused from a fight with the boys before me 
I just hope that the memory of the pain I caused is a little less by the time I turn forty
 I do what I must, but as a youngster I do what I can 
Telling stories right where I stand 
Lord forgive me for my blood stained hands.