Each scar tells a story.

But who is there to listen?
Who will trace each scar
And ask where it is from?
Then try to kiss away the pain.

Will there ever be a person,
One who looks deep inside.
For not all scars are visible 
To the naked eye.

You have to look closely, 
For that is where you will find
The memories of hurt,
And where broken hearts hide.

We try to change our scars.
And often try to hide them.
So who will trace each scar
To see the pain that each one hides?