Old Wounds

Old wounds are not easy to heal Old friends are difficult to please Old habits are not easy to change And old principles remain the same Old shoes, old trail, old man, old rail Old boy running around without a tail The same argument makes me sick And the same evironment makes me want to vomit All I ever wanted was words to make me click Words that gives me courage And words that strenghtens me All I wanted to hear are words that are deep And words that are complete I want to hear words that minister to my soul And words that make me feel bold And when I am climbing up the tree I want to hear words that comforts me You are wicked a voice starts to shout You are a liar the old woman curse about You are wicked and I want you to go The words kept tossing around at me But they did nothing for me They raise up and down in the air And lands on the ground without fear And then a strange feelings rise up in my flesh Bursting the wounds that open wide Sending a terrible feeling in my chest And a horrible sensation that cause me to gasp for breath It is the sudden reaction that cause the wound to open like giant in my flesh Old wounds keep busting out And sometimes they make me want to shout And in the midths of it all The full moon with its shadowery bliss Keeps flickering its light in the sky While the divine angels are standing by Old wounds keep circling around And everyone knows how I feel in the town The baggage, the pan, the man, and the man And the noisy old rooster And the disgusting gate keeper Looking like a sheep And when the day is complete And heaven starts dancing at our feet You will know the truth about me and you Some pains are hard to go away Some pains are with you to stay Some pains will make you go astray Bury the hachet they say and you dont have to pray all day Bury the hachet they say and everything will go your way Old wounds keep stirring up Old wounds want to create some fuss It is the strange feelings that circulates your heart When you just want to make a new start I can feel the tears comming but I have to stop it from flowing What next I ask my soul What else could make me feel bold I have done all that is required of me And I am looking forward to an hard earn victory The days and nights are sharp But we have to make another start The message and I am riding on the pinicle of time Trying to get what is mine But the wound is so deep And I can feel it I try to grace it with my presence With the fountain that is springing up from heaven