Scars

Scars
© Shaney McCoy 2010

Polished wood, shiny steel,
Inlaid pearl and strings so sweet and strong
But my favorite part of this old guitar
Is the chip where it got dropped the night my brother sang along.
And just like my guitar you can look at me
And know that life has not always been good to me.

But I’ll take the scars, I’ll take the lines
Reminders of all I’ve called mine
The smiles I’ve shared, the tears I’ve cried
The moments I was truly alive
Perfect sure sounds good but it’s never really ours
So in the end I’ll take the scars

My sweet mama, God bless her soul
She’s had days I’d never want to see
But the marks she bears and her silver hair
Speak to me of grace and strength and all she’s given me
And we are told how we should strive for perfect looks
But our faces and our bodies are our storybooks

So I’ll take the scars, I’ll take the lines
Reminders of all I’ve called mine
The smiles I’ve shared, the tears I’ve cried
The moments I was truly alive
Perfect sure sounds good but it’s never really ours
So in the end I’ll take the scars

Perfect sure sounds good but it’s never really ours
So in the end I’ll take the scars