Micah P Hinson - My Blood Will Call Out To You From The Ground (Ft. The Musicians of the Apocalypse)

There I go to my wishing well
Praying for wisdom, making use of myself

There I go to my wishing well
Looking for true love watching misery make my bed

There I go throwing stones again
There will be no more mystery about the scars that I wear

There I go to my wishing well
A place with no heartache, where else shall I dwell?
There she goes

There I go to my wishing well
Yelling "fathеr, forgive me!", but seeing silencе itself
There I go down my wishing well
Tell the world that I am sorry, I will think of them in spells

There I go to my wishing well
Sorrow just seething through the ringing of the bells

There's one for me
Yes, there's one for you
There will be no more sorrow
How mighty of us to choose?

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