why suffer from open wounds? it's easier to burn and go on. the pain so short, the scar so deep; but ahead lies more youth-ful game, playing with trains. a season for everyone, a season for none. this winter a cold, deserted place. long ago a friendly face, now iced over. come back to livin' old friend from heav'n. don't let this scar rest upon a heart so heavy - or i must scar... and continue on.