I look within and what do I find
little pieces I've left behind
Some are pieces of my broken mind
Look through my eyes and what will you see
Something that is great and powerful in me
Never ending like this life
Never again will I have a wife
So much hurt we must all bear
These scars are mine that I wear
I have erned every one
I never even used a gun
Scars like life come in different shades
some from the mountains some from the cascades
Temp me not for you may find
It is wicked cold when you are left behind
