My Blood Will Call out to You from the Ground

There I go to my wishing well
 Praying for wisdom, making use of myself
 There I go to my wishing well
 Looking for true love, watching misery make my bed
 There I go throwing stones again
 There will be no more mystery about the scars that I wear
 There I go to my wishing well
 A place with no heartache, where else shall I dwell?
 There she goes
 There I go to my wishing well
 Yelling, "Father, forgive me!", but seeing silence itself
 There I go down my wishing well
 Tell the world that I am sorry, I will think of them in spells
 There I go to my wishing well
 Sorrow just seething through the ringing of the bells
 There's one for me
 Yes, there's one for you
 There will be no more sorrow
 How mighty of us to choose?