THE SCARS ON MY BODY

A mark that I made lies here on my arm.
I cut with a blade when I was so tiny,
To castigate my body for being a mess,
Though my testament is here, I must confess.

Seeing the marks left on my arms, my back, and my chest
Makes me understand that I was in a place of no rest;
Within, I feel bad for leaving this token.
I'll see now, and I can recall why I was so broken.

Seeing these scars, though, makes me see
I've survived so much pain and I'm free now.
So now I am asking you to stand with me and fight.
It is not right to show all these devils what they are doing.

The war of good and evil you won.
You are still alive and not down anymore.
A mark of life lies here on my arm.