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
Copyright © Christine Phillips | Year Posted 2020
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