Scars

I have many scars, most you can see.
Like the one on my shoulder or the one on my knee.
But the ones you can't see, hurt most of all.
You can't get one of them from just a fall.
But by seeing family crying,
Children dying,
People lying,
And all the trying.

But there was a man who had a dream plan,
And a woman who sat to take a stand,
A group of people who went to lunch,
A few bus ride with people who could take a punch.

Thanks to them, my scars aren't in vain.
There was a point in the struggle and a point in the pain.
Even though those scars will never go away,
They are healing each and everyday.

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