My mind is born to this town
Stormy weather is here to find
There seems to be a verse inside that invites me in
It reads, ‘drink the freedom or be swallowed by the end that just begins’ ?
Cause you’re
Bleeding from old wounds
I need healing from something new
I need the feeling of something new
I stand incorrected in Adderly Street
Fighting for survival with an air of defeat
Each breath I breathe whispers possibility
I was free before it was said that I am free
Yet I’m bleeding from old wounds
I need healing from something new
Am I to be grabbed by the failing hand
My heart is an echo of a proud clan
The footprints are gone so may I step anew
Answers have proved me false so my questions must lead me through
Cause I’m bleeding from old wounds
