The scars you wear tell all your life,
Be it from fall or surgeons knife,
An auto crash, a barroom brawl,
The scars you carry tell it all.

Then there's the ones that do not show,
Though just as real and still a blow.
That hurtful thing a loved one said,
Can cut as harsh as if it bled.

These scars that tell your story so,
Mark all the paths that you have known.
And when you look back you will see,
Each one's a page of history.

So please don't hide your scars from me,
My love enfolds their mystery.
For ev'ry one I see it true,
Has gone to build this wond'rous you.