 
Scars
With all of my old wounds forgiven,
all their blacks and blues forbidden
here within this endless fight,
I come before the end of night.
With all of my old wounds forgiven,
all the cuts and bruises driven,
down the roads where light had ridden,
too long passed his might.
I come before the end of night.
With all of my old wounds forgiven,
some forgotten, some are hidden
nestled close in rapturous fright
I sit and watch the end of light.
With all of my old wounds forgiven,
friends betrayed, and lovers smitten
all these things are torments given,
added burdens to my plight.
I sit and watch the end of light.
With all of my old Scars by *thetypofairy
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Sta.sh
