Scars That Sing

Remnants of a life that are now only inside me
Echoes that no silence can hide.
Naked heart, no camouflage,
Just bleeding truth on this mirage.

No rules, no lines, no law to obey,
What I gave, the world crushed.
But every wound became a chord,
And I still sing, broken and restored.

This is my life — spilled on a song,
Not polished or perfect, just raw and strong.
Rebellion with peace beneath the skin,
Color of fire shining deep within.
You felt it too — that storm I bring…

No cracks left in this heart of stone,
I cried my truth ‘til I stood alone.
What poured from me, now lives in you,
A mirror made of verses true.

never fit into your polished verses
But the truth only has one way
What you called love... was a cold destiny
A voice, a soul, who opens the wound with intention

This is my life — spilled on a song,
I dance in the storm to feel better
I was never perfect, but if I know one thing,
it's that I never intentionally hurt anyone.

With of smoke breath and rebel skin,
I remain at the head of the only thing I can govern
the echo of the past will one day go away
Meanwhile, I will continue in search of peace.


This is my life — carved in a song,
No law remains, no cage, no ring —
just love and pain… scars that can sing