Question

(Verse 1)

In the quiet of the evening, where shadows start to fall,

I trace the lines upon my skin, like echoes in the hall.

Every mark tells a story, a chapter left behind,

Reminders of a journey, where I sought and tried to find.


(Chorus)

Oh, these whispers of my scars, they speak in hues of grace,

Like the beauty in the heartbreak, every tear, a saving face.

So I’ll wear my pain like armor, let it shape the man I am,

In the light of all my battles, I find strength within the slam.


(Verse 2)

There’s a rhythm in the sorrow, it hums a low refrain,

With every note of heartache, I’m learning how to pain.

Fingers reaching for the sunlight, but caught in midnight’s hand,

Every bruise, a testament to what I’ve tried to stand.


(Chorus)

Oh, these whispers of my scars, they speak in hues of grace,

Like the beauty in the heartbreak, every tear, a saving face.

So I’ll wear my pain like armor, let it shape the man I am,

In the light of all my battles, I find strength within the slam.


(Bridge)

Guitar strings bend like feelings, and I strum 'em just the same,

Every note is a reminder, that love can sometimes stain.

But in the sound of thunder, I can feel the rain relent,

In the midst of all this clarity, I find peace in the torment.


(Chorus)

Oh, these whispers of my scars, they speak in hues of grace,

Like the beauty in the heartbreak, every tear, a saving face.

So I’ll wear my pain like armor, let it shape the man I am,

In the light of all my battles, I find strength within the slam.


(Outro)

So here’s to every heartbeat, and every battle lost,

Every scar is a reminder of the bridge that I have crossed.

With the whispers of my scars, I’ll embrace the life I’ve made,

Each wound, a part of history, a song that won’t just fade.

Answer 1

Real.

Answer 2

ts

Answer 3

W

Answer 4

fr