Heaven At Last
Oh, the scars I have run deep so deep they make me weep. I keep them hidden inside for showing weakness will surely spoil my pride.
I carried them most of my life for showing them cuts like a knife, and that is why I hide the pain I feel inside.
How long can this go on, it pulls at my heart like a song. I cover them with anger not meaning to hurt or danger. Sometimes I can't control this pain I hate the most.
I pray to Christ for help because he knows my yelp the most.