Scars scars is every where I see,
Oh lord ! Help me to be free.
Everyday when I look at my Scars,
I want to lock 'em behind the bars.
I wouldn't cry in sorrow and pain,
Cause its nothing that I'll gain.
I deserved the punishment I'm sure,
But I desire a therapy to cure.
I want to run away from their memory,
So that there remains nothing to worry.
Even if the slanting slope makes me trip,
Yet memory of my scars never looses its grip.
Every fleeting day I fought to be free,
Yet the ghost of my past followed me.
Those weird eyes they cast on me,
Reminds me of that devil 'HE'.
HE who locked me into the darkest jars,
He who painted those horrible scars.
Every passing day I wish I'd die,
But He the giant gave hopes of lie.
Those scars are too deep to heal,
Its an envelope with the strongest seal.
No one can anymore enter the core,
Cause my throbbing heart is too sore.
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