When I left I left walking wounded I made my escape from the rain
Still a prisoner of hurt I had months worth of work
Just freeing my mind of the pain
I had hours of sittin' alone in the dark
Listening to Ronstadt and coming apart
Lord knows I made cussin' an art woe is a slow healing heart
A slow healing heart is dying to mend
Longing for love and lonely again
When the spirit is broken and the memories start
Nothing moves slower than a slow healing heart
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How I prayed for blind faith to lead me to places where I'm not afraid
Now I'm doing fine both body and mind but some hurt takes longer to fade
There's a part of my feelings ever on guard
Against looks that are tender and words that are hard
Cause I still remember those cutting remarks oh it's painful a slow healing heart
A slow healing heart is dying to mend...
Oh nothing moves slower than a slow healing heart