Scars

I saw a man with a scar on his face
The knife had gone deep
The years have come and gone for him
Pain is not too cheap

I saw a girl with a scar on her leg
The fire had burned hot
The doctors were kind; the treatment was rough
Self-Esteem means a lot

I met a small boy with scars on his heart
His father had been drunk
Will he know normality? I doubt it
Memories locked in a trunk

Wounds will eventually heal
“Short-term, that’s all they are”
But after Time and years and prayer have passed
There remains to be seen...

        A SCAR.