Beneath the surface, where shadows lie,
Scars tell stories, unseen by the eye.
Each line engraved with pain and grace,
A silent testament, a hidden trace.
The heart bears marks of battles won,
Silent echoes of whatâs been done.
In the quiet, where whispers blend,
Scars speak softly, they mend and bend.
Through the darkness, light filters through,
Healing wounds, old and new.
Time, the artist, with gentle hands,
Transforms the pain, where hope stands.
In every scar, a tale unfolds,
Of strength and courage, brave and bold.
Embrace the marks, for they reveal,
The depth of life, and wounds that heal.