Bleeding From Old Wounds کے بول

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