Scars

Scars
I have them
You have them
We all have our
Scars

Each one is a story
A new chapter of life
They all tell of my glory
They each sing of my strife
Each one wrought from quarries
Each have been cut with a knife
There are many on me
Each cut is a creed
A sacred vow that
Is sealed when I bleed
When you look at me
Don't you dare misread
Each scar that I have
Is not made to concede
It is made to remind
Me to keep fighting
Keep fighting these sins
Fight 'till I win
Fight 'till I've been
Beaten again
Then I will rise
From my demise
Then I will shout
Into the skies
Remove my guise
Open my eyes
See all your lies
Then I'll realize; real eyes; real lies
All these scars are on me
They baptize my misdeeds
They remind me
To keep on fighting
Fight 'till I win
And then therein
Will I begin
To be cut once again

I have them
You have them
We all have our
Scars