Jagged Scars

The jagged scars that cross my soul,

from truth or falsehood ne’er to feel,

of what, pray tell, have they foretold?

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From lessons learned in days of old,

when ne’er was questioned right or real,

the jagged scars that cross my soul.

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The glowing orb shines halo gold,

with promises in dream revealed.

Of what, pray tell, have they foretold?

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To run from grace or join the fold.

To have, with faith, the strength to heal,

the jagged scars that cross my soul.

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Of answers found in words unscrolled,

when mind, nor heart nor soul appeal,

of what, pray tell, have they foretold?

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Upon altars of truth behold,

while burdened heart in hand, I kneel,

the jagged scars that cross my soul.

Of what, pray tell, have they foretold?