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The Scars of Tomorrow
The scars of tomorrow
are now to be carved
for these stones on my road
are piled up high to the stars.
Thus a head wind named fate
can bare me to stay the course
can fling every single stone
into my torn and tortured soul.
He’s intended to lead me astray,
but on this path I won’t stray!
So may a thousand stones be thrown by fate
as such may hurt, wound and rage,
on my path I won't abide in sorrow
for every wound will cure and heal
to the scars of tomorrow
poem
by
Flandu Flandu
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