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My arms have been lain down

And long have I retreated into the shade

There is only time for company

And my shadow to mock me

Still these old wounds plague me

Wrapped in a shroud of defeat

Still these old wounds plague me

These hands will never be clean

They say sorrow is fleeting

I have lain down with my misery

To make peace with my shame

With only time to heal me

And my shadow to absolve me

Still these old wounds plague me

Wrapped in a shroud of defeat

Still these old wounds plague me

These hands will never be clean

I mustered the courage and the resolve

But is it ever enough?

I have lain down my dignity

I have made my peace

But time does not forget any more

So old wounds will become raw

Still these old wounds plague me

Wrapped in a shroud of defeat

Still these old wounds plague me

These hands will never be clean