A scar not a razor

We walked the streets at night
fireworks in summerrain
and how I wish the rain to fall again

a wave to flood my life
distant seats on concrete fields
and how I wish I could not care at all

elate the open mind
trustful wounds revealed to bleed
and how I wish my blood to flow away

I walk the streets at night
leaving miles forever gone
afraid I'll never be a child again!