Old Wounds from Avalanche by Mead Lake's Most Wanted

Well there's a time
for giving up and
a time for moving on
But there are chains
that try to keep us
shackled to the past, holding tight to our regrets
blinded in a prison of our own making of

Old wounds
Old lies
Old scars you just don't realize
have lost their pow'r to injure us
so open up your eyes
to those old wounds, old lies

And there's a road
that's straight and narrow
a river swift and wide
you're not alone
here in the darkness
I'm wandering here to, searching for the light
living for the day that we can find our way through

There's living water still
Let me drink my fill
Baby don't give up on me cause I am not my pills

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