Open My Heart

Open my heart and what will you find?
Scars upon scars, some the killing kind
Some are old and some are new
Some still sting and some bleed through
I know they are here but you might not
They're deep down inside and hurt a lot

I often wonder how it might feel to be free
To not have these wounds reminding me
The darkness, the pain, gosh I'm so sick of it
But then who would I be if they didn't exist?
I can't get the darkness out of my sight
It blinds me, it finds me, just doesn't seem right

Imagine looking into a mirror without fear
Imagine a day that I don't shed one tear
I feel too much, perhaps this is my curse
I hang on too long I don't know which is worse
Open my heart and what do you see?
Scars upon scars, but they all define me

By Jay Basey © 2007