from the loose ends somehow you made a clean start,
then unexpectedly a splint sparks the fire inside,
relighting that hideous and hidden scar in your heart.
it's not the scar seen with bare eyes that cut deep,
but the haunting pain that awakens sleep.
all again the windows of your world shatter,
hear the cries resonating in every matter.
and because it was forgotten for so long
it's strange hearing again the familiar song.
playing strings of your heart till they almost tear,
playing strings of your heart till they almost tear,
a tune so tormenting you cannot bear to share.
the reminder of what once happened and came
makes you feel as if this is a never ending game,
that forever will shadow you till the day you die,
they say scars fade over time but it's all a lie.
you thought your heart was stronger and could bear even more,
yet this memory locks you inside with no key to the door.
yes for moments the world seems to halt to a stop,
when you hit rock bottom coming straight from the top.
and you think this scar is a curse
could there be anything worse?
oh there is
for if from the battle you were so terribly torn
that all left of you had vanished and gone
and nothing remained but an empty air
if from everything you lost there wasn't a hope to spare.
to stand here with your scar is to the world you tell
that all which is broken can still be beautifully well.
