The first day of a brand new start
I trudged with heavy feet to a baptism
I wouldn't mind keeping my sins
I'd rather dispose of heartache and heal the cuts so deep
I remember being pure with conscience in tact
Days before the holy water would burn to the bone
I need a blindfold to find my faith
Blurred and too faded for my soul to see
Oct 29, 2013
Oct 29, 2013 at 7:36 PM UTC
The first day of a brand new start
I trudged with heavy feet to a baptism
I wouldn't mind keeping my sins
I'd rather dispose of heartache and heal the cuts so deep
I remember being pure with conscience in tact
Days before the holy water would burn to the bone
I need a blindfold to find my faith
Blurred and too faded for my soul to see
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