The memories play (Over and over) The bright sun today warms my face I look to bright blue sky I am starting to ask questions of why? (Over and over) A life like mine, trust me... (Is like no other) It’s hard to see the stars at night When so many tears fill my eyes. I once wore a suit of armor Protecting me from allowing you in My armor once made me a man of metal and leather Now lies in some alley of the lost and found Like this poet's skin, now Beaten and weathered. With no guard now, I'm looted Losing ground, seeing nothing Losing all I had found. Like a brown paper bag The wind takes me abruptly In each and every direction, leaving me to wander aimlessly I'm stopping for only a second to be on my way again Like a brown paper bag Freely, I float. I'm Not beaten anymore I have nothing to give Show my story of scars, from a life once lived. The scars hold my pieces of life together Of my life once, I knew My soul clenches on to these toughened wounds. My story continues, although different in sight Learning from living, living to fight. My scars of so long are healed, enough seen my paths of shield. They allow sorrow to be seen of a life unclean Finally, feel safe to cover the scene. Cry no more I said to the sky's sea Now that these wounds have grown feathers May I float free. The storm is never really over It just passes for time. In time, it will return (It always does) Stars do shine, although blocked by the moon at times Even in the very still night You may see nothing yet know It's still all alive... (in time.) G-Buda