Ryan Scott Oliver
Map of Scars
All these days, I’ve waited for salvation
But them angels don’t come
And I’ve come to an end —
Too long comforted by grief
My best-known friend
I been blind and I been voiceless
Had no mind, chose to be choiceless
I thought patience led to good
Just a kid… did the best I could
Beaten down now, tired from standing still
The angels still don’t come
Yet I start to mend
Here again with good ol’ grief
At river’s bend
Laid too long with no desire
Burned to kindle others’ fire
Ain’t never asked for much — my first mistake
In life ya keep just half your take
Got nothing now but a back to break
A map of scars leads from home
Grave by grave by grave
A map of scars marks the place:
Here’s a soul to save
This voiceless girl has found a tongue to speak
And I see angels all around:
Buried loves I will keep
From my arms, take my illusions
And fling ‘em deep
I’ll be damned if I should wallow
Ain’t no lamb. No flock to follow
Blood now boils in my veins and melts the ice
Still I shiver from the pow’r to pay the price
I’m salvation, I’m deliv’rance, I am sacrifice —
This map of scars guides me on
My fam’ly shows the way
My map of scars spells by wounds
Save your soul today
I save my soul today