Battle Scars

I have battle scars.

No one ever sees them. They are carefully concealed

I hide them, but they are there. It takes time to be healed

The reason why I’m telling you, is because you have them too

I know that, I can feel it. Although I don’t know you

We weren’t at the same battlefield, I think, but the war is one

we all keep on fighting, without a choice, so reload your gun

My scars are the result of my own crew, they failed me, betrayed me

I trusted them. They lied to me, used me and killed me, you see.

My scars reminds me to be careful, I struggle with trust

But I patch up, the war is moving, I must move along. I must.

I really don’t want to hurt anymore, I don’t want to keep fighting this fight

The pain, the torture, what is it for? I lost the goal. It’s out of sight.

You. Your scars are just as deep. What happened to you?

Was it the enemy or did you also get hurt by your crew?

Your scars are not visible, you have the beauty of bravery

We all have scars, but no. We don’t want them to see.

That’s how we do it, smile and agree that we are unharmed.

The people around us don’t need be alarmed.

I have battle scars. They were healing, but I got wounded again

funny thing is, when I looked up from the dust, once more, it’s my own men

I’m tired. I’m scared. The pain is too real.

I didn’t sign up for this, that’s how I feel.

You have battle scars, I can’t see it, I feel it. Get up from the sand.

If your pain is too much, here - just take my hand.