In whispers of the needle’s hum,
Where ink and skin entwine,
A tapestry of tales unfolds,
Each line a path to find.
Beneath the surface, colors bloom,
In shades of dreams and fears,
A canvas of the hidden soul,
Unveiling silent tears.
Symbols dance upon the flesh,
A dance of joy and pain,
Each mark a chapter, deeply carved,
In lifeâs enduring chain.
In every stroke, a heartbeat sings,
A melody of art,
Tattoos, the language of the brave,
An echo from the heart.