A cross that is bared upon ones flesh,
It is deep and leaves a past memory.
Feeling slightly lonely,
But loneliness is all one has to own.
This scar is something only we have to bear,
It never affects the one that afflicted it on us.
We hold so many precious memories,
But soon they all shall fade away as we are reminded,
Of the scar we bear upon our skin.
Everything is but a dream,
And reality is the cruel wake up call,
As we look down on the cross upon our flesh.
It soon reminds us we still have our battle to face,
And that flower bend is but an illusion of freedom and peace of mind.
The scars that have been left behind,
By all those cold things said and done,
Are the things that make us shun all the love.