Before the night comes
I heard you lust for the wounds
Now I'm so lost too
Red spills, you're aching
Why couldn't you just hold on?
Listen for the sounds
And I'm reminded
Of the fear of my vices
They can't come back now
But I've fallen short
Already caught in the black
Just bring me back home
Tonight, repentance
Every ounce of "I need You's"
I cried out today
But accountability
Saves lives, heals them through and through
As my heart comes to
Slowly, ever so
Pieces are falling, floating
Like how You lift me
Bless my soul, desperate
You are sole, saving my hands
Slowly from sinning
5/15/2009
Old Chains Hold Still
Written by Unknown at 11:35 PM
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