Scars Of Life

Scars of life, Are cut by a knife; They flow like blood, In every path we take. Life is mine, In which I want to shine, With a beam of light, In which I fight. Some are light, Some are dark, But all of them need might, And a sharp sight. I hope they will fade, And won't make my life dead, Life is cut with a knife, To welcome scars in life.