Licking wounds
Licking wounds and waiting for luck to come my way appears to be prediction of unsatisfied soul. Luck is what is made by you you wish to get it no where to go find in yourself it is waiting for you You are licking your wounds luck is waiting to listen her sounds come out of engulfed bounds The sun is shining and you will shine Luck is nothing but a matter of fate May not be found in the wind or spate you are the one to win over the luck Many paths are waiting strong and sound just stop licking your own wounds.; old sad memories if remembered forever it may alive many a burn and smolder keeping these gathered in heart so deep whenever we thing we loose our sleep Get rid of past steer your life On a wheel that go fast making no sounds And just stop liking your wounds.