Do you know from where you’ve come?
How did you get to where you are?
Do the scars remind you of life’s dangers?
Or do they excite you when you recall from which they came?
The burn of the bullet, the piercing of the blade,
the sting of the heart when you recall the game from which you were made.
The lies, deceit, heartache, and pain.
Is it better to be feared or loved when they speak your name?
These are the remnants of your past from which your peace came. | AH