We have wounds that dwell in our soul,
Wounds that will always leave scars behind;
Wounds from the times that we fall
and from the tragedies that stayed on our minds.

People have been blinded by ignorance,
Blinded to understand the pain and grief
of the scarred and broken ones;
Only seeking for their own relief.

No, it doesn't always take time;
It isn't just about saying a prayer,
Things won't always be fine.
As time passes by, those scars become clearer.

Don't say you understand for you once fell;
Don't say you know the pain because you've been bruised.
Being wounded is more than what words can tell;
Being broken is being lost with no chance of being found,

*because those scars will remain until your very last breath.