Every wrinkle on my face
is a path on which I've travelled;
whether proud or in disgrace,
whether whole or heart unravelled.
Every line upon my eye
is a lesson I have learned.
I have laughed and I have cried,
I've been numb, and I have burned.
All the tears I have shed....
Well, I've reaped what I have sown;
and the sordid life I've led
has taught me what I've known.
Every blemish on my skin
is a mark upon my life.
There are more scars deep within,
sad remains of hurt and strife.
On the outside I might seem
hard and callous, cold and cruel;
but the 'Inner Me' I'll deem
is a sentimental fool.