Wounds are just meant for healing.

Sitting by the lake, just like as a I child I used to
I could not cast it aside
kept it to close to my heart like a hurtful friend
and I’m afraid what it means, 
if I can’t hide it anymore

and I just couldn’t walk away
I fouled out with the foul play
feeling the pain of an old rainy day
remembered
thought of the tries
remembering the ties
that day had severed

I thought I cold cast it away
it’s not so easy when I see my reflection
reflects all of the darker days
of a care-free soul caught in tragedy
and now all I want is to build a time machine
in all my fantasies

arm-wrestling with God’s getting old
and I can’t count how all the times
I’ve been told 
I’d lose
and I’m the only one complaining
my back is turned, my arm is straining
I won’t give in
I’ve said it all before

“because it hurts so much to feel this deep
the simplest promises are the hardest to keep
and I can’t remember why
but something was different about her cry”

moonlight shines like high beams
still it’s hard to see things like Him
He says, “wounds are just meant for healing”
so I won’t go back to feeling 
alone