Scars

The scars the've had

It reminds me of the days i had...
When the air told me i was strong and bold...
When it told me about the scars i had...about how i fought my enemies......

It told me my scars looked beautiful....
Because scars speak of pain...
You've never earned your bit..
Yes, scars speak of me ...getting broken....
It reminds me of myself full of strenght and triumph

Yet, it told me that those scars wouldn't fade ...they would not heal with time...
They would tell you each time you look at that with a smile ...how you had fought and shined...