THE VOICE OF MY SCARS

that boy

Deep into the woods is where you'll find him. He would be lying down on the dead leaves, smoking his demons out. He had been to so many places but no place feels like his forever escape, the forest.

Oh that boy,
The one so reckless,
Resilient enough to stop,
The raging storms
No force in the world,
Can drive him,
For he decides his own fate
Nothing scares him,
He has already conquered,
All his fears
The ground he lies on,
Had been a battlefield last winter,
Where he wailed,
till the moon showed up

The ground covered with dead leaves,
Is where he'll be lying
The conqueror of his own destiny
That boy,
The one with so many scars
Speaks of some place undiscovered,
He created in his mind,
When the world came crashing down to his feet

Oh that boy,
With a voice so scarred
But deep enough to,
Strum the numb heartstrings
Of the hardened hearts

- words from heart