Clean Again

A little lyric about redemption that recently came to me:

All these black marks on my life
Love in vain and work in strife
And followed ‘round by pain

And I see you over there
Freedom running through your hair
How I’d love to be clean again

Clean again
Water rushing over me
Till the end
Blood spilling into the sea

I was born with both hands tied
Blindfolded and mystified
And scouring the stain

Beholden to a gentle wind
You sail to me I take you in
How I’d love to be clean again

Clean again
Water rushing over me
Till the end
Blood spilling into the sea