Love has a way to escape from an opening that was never bandaged
The sore is left scabbed into a mark that's forever engraved
Yet something once engraved, has been lost to a summers grave
But I...
But I...
Cant resist the tolerance to wanna...
Open the cut that allowed me to feel
See once I felt, I knew what it was like to be only...
human
Without a cut...My life was damaged from death
but even in death...I surpassed the surface of this sore
and engaged my life to love
Not for nothing, but for something...
Once I mastered that a cut heals...
I mastered that the scab falls
and the scab is now open for the word to see...
and the bandage doesn't come close
to cover a sore that no longer hurts
but represents the strength in recovery
My sore is My love, My scab is My Life and
well the bandage
has no room to cover...
A scar thats beautiful
Thats...everything...In...Me