Roads I've Been On
It may seem strange to say that scars keep me alive
That marks etched into a body can make a heart still pump
It is the truth for what I was is what keeps me alive
The roads I've been on only push me on
To deny the past if futile I know what I have done
Jagged tallies on my wrists and shoulders from nights so long ago
I can not live without them now
Every step I take they move with me
And push me further forward
Fueling every step and heart beat
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