Pierced, sliced, sometimes bruised.
Some heal and go away
Or take a little bit longer
And pains you in little moments
They can cause you tears
And at the end of the day
Scars can form
Sayang, your grandma may say
A wound left would heal
But it may also fester
Even if you try to treat it
Some people may tell you to cut it off
Even if some wounds do not hurt
Yet you have lost more than just gaining a scar
And you ask
Why and what in all of these
Healing takes time
The doctor would say
And sometimes they would hint
Of a miracle, if you believe
Sayang, your grandma would say
Even if there is a wound
No need to cry
Even if there is pain
The pain one day goes away
Even if there are scars
There are no Scars In Heaven
But while we are here on earth
When we are bruised
We get ready for aches, black and blue
If we are cut
We get ready for the itchy scab
If we are pierced
Surely there will be a scar
But perhaps we can look at
Those marks left behind
Of where we have been
And what we have done
The mistakes made
The hurt suffered
The healing from forgiveness
The people we have met
The Sayangs we were given
Life can be beautiful
Even if we are all so ugly
And even we can be beautiful
When life is ugly
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