These are the scars of battles you couldn't help me win.
Don't be afraid to ask about them,
I'm willing to share my stories to you and your kin.

I've got the eyes, that tell you I've seen more then I should.
So beautiful and blue,
The color so light, the ice melts into pools if it would.

The beatings have ended yet I still feel your hands.
I've got a past, that would make no one proud,
yet I can still find some comfort simply by putting my feet in the sand.