Blood Don’t Wash Off the Soul

I scrubbed my hands in the river’s flow, But the red ran deeper than I could know. The stain stayed strong, the water lied, Blood marks a man from the inside.

Blood don’t wash off the soul, It carves a scar that makes you whole. The body heals, the skin may fade, But the soul remembers what the hands have made.

The preacher said the lamb forgives, But I ain’t lived the way he lives. The dirt took blood, the steel took names, Now my soul is fire that can’t be tamed.

Blood don’t wash off the soul, It carves a scar that makes you whole. The body heals, the skin may fade, But the soul remembers what the hands have made.

Water won’t hide it. Whiskey won’t drown it. The soul carries blood — and it keeps countin’.

Blood don’t wash off the soul, It carves a scar that makes you whole. The body heals, the skin may fade, But the soul remembers what the hands have made.

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