Scars

Scars you are, on my heart.

Scars, mine, to make me right.

Scars, on arm, scars, in mind.

Re-open every time I cry.

My wounds won't heal, no, not if I don't try. 

They might not dissapear, but my pain will fade in time. 

Because of you, I fix my wings.

Because of you, even with scars, I fly.