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They say the strongest souls, they've been through the worst,
Faced with endless nights, where tears quench the thirst.
Bearing unbearable pain, losses that can't rehearse,
Yet they stand, they fight, in hope they're immersed.
Scars etched deep, each a tale of might,
Wounds that whisper of battles, out of sight.
Witnessed the depths of despair, still hold on to light,
From the ashes, they rise, stronger in the night.
Ain't no mountain too steep, no darkness they fear,
Within them burns a flame, through the shadows, it sears.
Their beauty's a beacon, through the pain, it appears,
Their strength's a song, it echoes, it clears.
In this game of trust, my pain's the proof,
Real from the get-go, in my lane, I stay aloof.
No need for nods, my scars tell the truth,
In my word, I find strength, in my pain, I find youth.
Life's a test, and the pain's like a tutor,
Heart's heavy, beats echo, like a somber troubadour.
In the silence, their cries, compose a haunting score,
Melodies of the hurt, it's a pain they can't ignore.
They've danced with their demons, in the pale moonlight,
Felt the sting of the cold, in the absence of light.
Yet they sing with a voice, that's both tender and tight,
With a spirit unbroken, they embrace the night's fright,
In the dance of the shadows, they find their true sight.
Their echoes fill the void, with a force that's outright,
In the rhythm of pain, they claim their birthright.
They've walked through the fire, felt its scorching embrace,
With every step taken, they've quickened their pace.
In the furnace of trials, they've found their space,
In the melody of sorrow, they've found their grace.
The night's cold caress, a familiar trace,
In the silence, they find a solemn solace.
With every heartbeat, they brace,
For in the quiet, they hear their own bass.
Their pain's not a burden, it's a powerful ace,
A reminder of the journey, of the arduous race.
It's the fire in their eyes, the determination on their face,
In the symphony of struggles, they find their place.
So let the pain sing, let it resonate and chase,
The fears that linger, the doubts to erase.
For in every note of agony, there's a hidden embrace,
In the ballad of the broken, there's an undying grace.
