Seared By the Scars and Mark

Seared by the Scars and Mark,

You broke more than just your Mother’s heart,

Going right back to the start,

Good Vibrations, Motivation in art.

A strange philosophy,

Hangs on my wall, stares back at me,

Stirs latent memories,

Those crazy Tilly boy’s will always be.

And when Pat held your hand,

Body to Soul, Soul to Man,

No more Mark, Scars, own goals,

Just your spirit still strong, so strong.

Do you still stand free?

Wherever it is, you may be,

Is the pain all gone released?  

No more addiction, c’est, c’est fini.

Seared by the Scars and Mark,

You broke more than just your Mother’s heart,

Going right back to the start,

Defending all we know.

All we know.