Years and Scars

Every passing year is like a scar Left on the body of time To remember our past They will never return Nor will give you respite It leaves an indelible mark forever Start may be good or bad Yet the middle in pure mixture Happiness and sorrow is the ultimate calculator Beneath the carpet of months Silently lay the ashes of our domes We can see the glimpses but cannot alter a thing Seasons have made us dance to its tunes The music played by flying symphony Is now recorded in the cloud's tears The scar if scratched will leave The wounds open With no remedy to cure the past So let the scar be in the body of time To heal by itself As the years kept passing by.