Show me all your scars
I think I’ve got that beat
Wrapped in misdirection
Blinded by deceit
Carry it always
Consider it every day
Another bruise on the soul
Will not fade away
The ink is on the paper
It cannot be erased
Leave it there to fester
It was born to waste
——
Show me all your love
I think I’ve got that beat
Regardless of the future
Love knows no defeat
Carry it always
Consider it every day
The light shines in the soul
Will not fade away
The ink is on the paper
It cannot be erased
Have to let it fester
Was it born to waste?
——
Found an oasis in the desert
But maybe it was cursed
Was it all in the mind
Was it sand quenching the thirst
——
Show me all your faith
I think I’ve got that beat
Wrapped in truth and love
For the next time that we meet
The ink is on the paper
It cannot be erased
Leave it there to fester
Must it go to waste
The ink is on the paper
The end may be the same
Cannot claim it as our own
Cannot sign our name
—
J. Brian Terry
1/10/09
