Battle Scars
In the late of spring
Through the warm divide
As a whisper fades
On the evening tide
When the darkness comes
And engulfs the light
To betray each day
And renounce the fight
A wit of steel
On a sharp reprise
With a gentle tear
In his crimson eyes
Like a beaten lion
When it smells defeat
In the bitter cold
As the skies retreat
It's not the melody
From a broken song
It's the battle scars
That will make us strong
When love has gone
To a distant place
Don't forget the kindness
Of true love’s face
21-May-2012
Copyright © Kaelan Fox | Year Posted 2016
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