Early Mourning

An early morning leads to heartbreak,

with a hidden struggle inside

My heart beats against my chest and this burden God I pray you lay to rest

I’m stained the blood is on my hands, a lost soul another falling star, I burn as I wait for you, for you to cleanse my hands

This hole has worked its way inside of my heart a flood of regret has filled my once dry mind, as I look now into your face, I realize I could be there in your place

I’m stained the blood is on my hands, a lost soul another falling star, I burn as I wait for you, for you to cleanse my hands

Won’t you understand, I’m stained the blood is on my hands, a lost soul another falling star, I burn as I wait for you, for you to cleanse my hands………….for you to cleanse my hands