The Resilience of Thorns

[Verse 1] In the crypts of recall, where apparitions sway, I traverse the labyrinth, in disarray. Each scar, a whisper from time's decay, A tale spun in echoes, in spectral ballet. [Chorus] Wounds of time, carved in stone's embrace, Echoes of torment, in a silent solace. In the hush of dusk, they gather vast, These wounds of time, relics of the past. [Chorus] Wounds of time, carved in stone's embrace, Echoes of torment, in a silent solace. In the hush of dusk, they gather vast, These wounds of time, relics of the past. [Bridge] I strive to bury them deep, beneath the earth's cold grasp, But they rise like phantoms, from their clandestine clasp. In the shadows, they thrive, where secrets roam, A ceaseless reminder, of the paths I've roamed. [Outro) Yet amidst the thorns, a rose persists, A testament to resilience, against life's twists. For in facing the wounds, I find peace at last, In the journey of healing, from the wounds of the past.