If scars didn't exist
First off, let me just say
You can't always have it your way.
Only one arm to do everyday things
Either holding her arm or wearing a sling
All the memories persists
Man, if scars didn't exist
My mother never complains
like everything is all the same
I wish I could take away the pain
If scars didn't exist
Easter Sunday of 2006
will be a day I never miss
When that stranger, who we still don't know
almost put my mother on death row
As we waited two months for her to awake from pain
I knew things, would never be the same
If scars didn't exist
I was only eleven back then
Didn't know what was happening but I had to pretend
Even though we flipped seven times
I knew my mother would be just fine
I was filled with much alert
I didn't know she would be this hurt
If scars didn't exist
Everyday I wish I could heal the pain
and make her feel the same
Give her back her left arm to use everyday
then everything would array
If only, if only...scars didn't exist...
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