Scars on the body of time
Memories of moments once lived
On the soul, like footprints on rocks
In rain and sun, they never fade
It's a pain that wakes up to pierce for a while
When a heart travels on a memory lane
Bitter drinks sipped,
In attempt to murder sorrows
For a while it will be crushed
But when soberness reign,
They emerge in their former state
Like a stain which no bleach can clean
A mark on terrain where the beasts passed
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