Whispers of battles fought and lost,
Marked upon the canvas of our skin,
Each line a tale, a memory embossed,
Of where we’ve been and what’s within.

In shadows where the light once shone,
Scars sing songs of silent screams,
Echoes of a past unknown,
Carved deep within our sleep and dreams.

Beneath the surface, strength resides,
In every crack, a lesson learned,
The heart’s resilience never hides,
In scars, the spirit’s fire is burned.

Embrace these marks, these sacred signs,
For they are proof of battles won,
In every scar, a star that shines,
A testament to what we’ve done.