i know one day, all our scars will disappear, like the scars at
dawn
and all of our pain, will fade away when morning comes
and on that day when we look backwards we will see, that
everything is changed
and all of our trials, will be as milestones on the way

and as long as we live, every scar is a bridge to someone's
broken heart
and there's no greater love, than that one shed his blood
for his friends

on that day all of the scales will swing to set all the wrongs
to right

all our tears, and all of our fears will take to flight
bur until then all of our scars will still remain, but
we've learned that if we'll
open the wounds and share them then soon they
start to heal

(as long as we live, we are bridges to someone's broken
heart
there's no greater love, shed your blood for your friends)

we must see that every scar is a bridge, and as long as
we live
we must open up these wounds
when someone stands in your shoes and will shed his
own blood
there's no greater love, we must open up our wounds