Lyrics
(Verse 1)
Old wounds, they talkin', no silence in the bleedin',
Life's twisted patterns, fate's hand ain't concedin'.
Shadows move in silence, moonlight's cold caress,
My spirit's heavy, iron-bound, in this life's chess.
(Chorus)
'Cause these scars, they tellin' tales, inked in pain, they never lie,
In the chronicles of my mind, where the truth don't need to hide.
Healin's a road I'm walkin', through time's delicate embrace,
In life's woven moments, searchin' for that serene grace.
(Verse 2)
Can't turn away from the hurt, it's the air that the future breathes,
New beginnings wearin' masks, in this endless chase, it deceives.
Lessons from the past, they brand me, leavin' their mark,
I'm forged in the flames of life, I'm the spark, I'm the arc.
(Chorus)
These scars, they speakin' volumes, breakin' chains that confine,
In the quest for peace, that's where the real treasure I find.
Bleedin's just a signal, a call for hearts to realign,
Life's story needs mendin', divine repair of the most sacred kind.
(Bridge)
I'm the fire, I'm the ace, in the darkness, I'm the light,
Facin' scars head-on, breakin' free, takin' flight.
In the quiet, in the storm, I find my might,
'Cause the treasure's in the tranquility, shinin' oh so bright.
(Verse 3)
In the echoes of the silence, where the past and future blend,
I walk the line of fire, where the broken roads mend.
The whispers of the night, they guide me through the fray,
In the dance of the shadows, I find my way.
(Chorus)
For every scar's a story, a map of journeys wide,
A testament of battles, with courage as my guide.
The healing's in the journey, not just the destination's face,
In every step, I find my pace, in life's relentless race.
(Verse 4)
With every breath, a promise, to rise above the ache,
To weave a tapestry of dreams, no sorrow can forsake.
The dawn brings new horizons, where hope's eternal springs,
In the heart of every scar, a new song sings.
(Chorus)
So let these scars be witness, to the strength that lies within,
A mural of resilience, painted on my skin.
The road to healing's winding, but with every twist and turn,
In the art of living, I continually learn.
(Bridge)
I'm the painter, I'm the poet, in the canvas of the night,
Turning scars into stars, crafting darkness into light.
In the silence, in the chaos, I claim my right,
For the treasure's in the journey, glowing ever so bright.
