It’s all the little scuffs and scars
That make us who we are.Without them we might well forget
How we have come this far.
We might lose sight of all the roads
That brought us to this place,
If there weren’t scars reminding us
Of each win or disgrace.
I look at myself every day
And thank my lucky stars,
For God gave me a life so rich
That I have lots of scars!
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