scars on my body
was told they would last forever
but the marks on my heart
are another matter
a bird with clipped wings
cannot fly to save himself
a bee dies when it stings
a sacrifice forgotten to everyone else
feeling the grooves and cuts
they fade with time, somewhat.
but the blood pooling
will always fit to the crime
caught red handed
who do you think you're fooling?
the ransom i pay for you
taken for granted
yet how can i judge
when the price i paid
was to cover the places
my own hands were laid
