Scars

Look at this heart, all covered in scars. 
It's been beaten and bruised and battered.
And somehow it manages to keep right on tickin'
Though more than once its been shattered.
It may not be pretty, but it's stubborn as hell
And by now its used to the pain. 
So one more time it opens its door
And lets in the thunder and rain. 
Cause maybe...just maybe.....this is the day
When the scars and the pain go away.
And you'll walk through that door all wet from the rain.
And maybe....just maybe. ..this time you will stay.
~HBB~

3/15/14 - 5/1/14