Scars

Once again he fights to go to sleep,
wanting to make things right and earn his keep
everyday he battles memories of his past
he craves to be free of pain at long last

Blood, sweat and tears, spilled like a soldier,
with every hour that goes by, he feels the world get colder
in his heart of hearts, he knows he's not the only one that suffers
one would think all the scars would make him tougher

How does one survive a life of broken dreams?,
to clear a mind so beaten, internally he screams
continuing down that long and lonely road,
his shoulders weighed down by a heavy load

Once again lying a wake in his bed,
wondering if he can make true, the visions in his head,
life is a fight, a battle and sometimes a war
emotions so pure, so painful, so raw

Battered and beaten, he keeps getting back to his feet,
knowing he has to stand up, even in the face of defeat
onward he plods and pushes through the demons both near and far
and his memories will haunt him forever, like scars