For Miles-Thrice

I know one day, all our scars will disappear, like the stars 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 but 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 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 some one stands in your shoes and will shed his own blood there's no greater love. we must open up our wounds