Inked Strength
Stories etched in every scar, strength within shows who we are,
Beneath the flesh, where shadows mar, lies the truth of wounds afar.Strength within shows who we are, each mark a tale from battles fought
Beneath the flesh, where shadows mar, echoes of pain in every plot.
Each mark a tale from battles fought, defiant against the ruthless time,
Echoes of pain in every plot, whispers of suffering, almost sublime.Defiant against the ruthless time, the stories inked in our own skin
Whispers of suffering, almost sublime, recount the wars we’ve fought within.
The stories inked in our own skin, are like a darkened canvas of woe,
Recount the wars we’ve fought within, where shadows and light dance in a row.Are like a darkened canvas of woe, every scar a mark of struggle
Where shadows and light dance in a row, sketching out the edges of life.
Every scar a mark of struggle, a gallery of pain and pride,
Sketching out the edges of life, where our deepest fears and joys collide.A gallery of pain and pride, inked tales of the battles we survived
Where our deepest fears and joys collide, revealing how we’ve thrived.
Inked tales of the battles we survived, strength is written in our veins,
Revealing how we’ve thrived, through the silent screams and aching chains.Strength is written in our veins, the raw truth of life’s harsh play
Through the silent screams and aching chains, we carve our path in disarray.
The raw truth of life’s harsh play, each scar a symbol of our will,
We carve our path in disarray, with every wound that time will thrill.Each scar a symbol of our will, where anguish and defiance meet
With every wound that time will thrill, our courage lies beneath defeat.
Where anguish and defiance meet, the tales of scars are boldly shown,
Our courage lies beneath defeat, in the strength of the battles we’ve known.The tales of scars are boldly shown, beneath the skin, the strength to bear
In the strength of the battles we’ve known, lives the truth of how we dare.
In the strength of the battles we’ve known, lies the essence of our plight,
Lives the truth of how we dare, inked in scars that pierce the night.Inked in scars that pierce the night, our strength, unspoken, is in sight.