Scars Make Life

Wounds make scars
Scars make life
My life
My war

Life goes on
Time heals wounds
My wounds
My war

Woken by grief
Grasping life
Holding on
Remove myself
From the story
That I wrote
It is too late and it hurts

The past is burning with pure hate
The chains are broken
The tidal waves will turn and change
Demons' tongues have spoken

You live in my heart
Like a spreading disease
You live in my heart
Soon comes the final release

Time fought the pain
Flesh and blood gone bad
The story is written
My ink is dry
I have endured hell