When all is said,
And all is done,
the scars now carried,
Wont be washed away by rays of the sun.

The one and only cooling touch,
Carried by ones above,
Is felt through the rain,
Tears of those who have loved.

For they know the pain,
They know the hurt,
They see the scars,
From knives and words.

Nothing heals,
Nothing fades,
except those whom love,
Cool & carry the wounds away......
 
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