Scars

We make scars to pass the time
To put something other than sorrow on our minds
To cause pain and hurt just like the others who take part in war
We just want to be ourselves and still fit in
But peace is a losing war
And happiness is a fleeting dream
But as long as I have you
I know we can make it though.
Pull back the tide
Rewind the time
Make hop, happiness, and love the new pain, hurt, and war
Take away sorrow and make it a vision of the past
To undo the damage our ancestors have done to our country
One of the first things we are taught is war
How to fight, how to defend, how to win, and how to lose
We can’t we all live on peace, love, and happiness?
Why do we have to fight?
Why do we have to judge?
Why do we have to?
I know it’s just a dream
A risky move to change the minds of the ones doing the damage.
But for those who pass the time with scars and bleeding we tell the tale of a loveless being
A being wear hurt and sorrow is the head King and Queen.
Were love is a fleeting dream…
Well Boo hers me and you
Let’s take a leap and change the fates.
Love is the weapon.
Throw out sorrow.
Throw out hate, pain, and war.
Love is the only thing worth fighting for.
Join the army
The army of love, peace, and happiness.
We can make a difference.
The scars once used to pass the time, to tell the tale of a loveless being,
Might someday be used to tell the tale of the war worth fighting for.