Poetry covered my scars, The ones I wrote with the pen, Poetry covered my scars, So no one can see what used to lie within, Poetry covered the scars I drew on my skin with a very sharp pen. Poetry covered the scars that were hidden, It covered it all. Poetry never judged me on what I did wrong, Poetry never told me I wasn't strong, Poetry led me on to the light, It led to to the light of good, Poetry led me when I felt like I was wrong. Poetry scars, People might say they kill but for me they led on, Through good or bad, It led to the end of all the sad.