We bare marks that tell a story.
Stories of who we are,
Unafraid and fierce .
When we climbed rocky mountains and fell to our bloody demise.
We smile at the marks on our bodies and think,
"I am still alive".

We bare marks that tell a story.
Stories of who we were,
Strong and resilient.
We fought hard battles of life .
Cried tears of sorrow.
Bitterly trying to be something .
We laugh at the marks on our hearts and think,
"It was only yesterday ".

We bare marks that tell a story.
Stories of who we will become.
The brave and the bold.
Wounds inflicted by every journey through life are closing.
The past we put behind but never buried.
The stab wounds stitched up ,
No longer bleeding.
Of love that is here no more,
Wounds of cracked skulls when we collapsed to the ground,
In shock of fear of the unknown .
Operation left marks we heal.
We praise the marks on our souls and think ,
"I am stronger than I knew".

We bare marks that tell a story.
Stories of who we have always been.
HUMAN.