歌词
(verse 1)
In the quiet of the night, the darkness called,
A blade in hand, where hope had stalled.
The pain inside, a silent scream,
Cutting deeper, chasing a dream.
(pre-chorus)
The crimson lines, they tell a tale,
Of flesh and mind, both frail.
In the mirror, haunted eyes,
Reflecting sorrow, endless cries.
(chorus)
The wounds of the flesh, they bleed and ache,
But the wounds of the soul, harder to break.
Time heals the scars, though slow and thin,
And with it comes the strength within.
(verse 2)
Days turn to nights, the bandages tight,
Each moment a battle, a silent fight.
The cuts begin to close, a stitch at a time,
As the heart learns to mend, rhyme by rhyme.
(pre-chorus)
The mind, it struggles, in shadows deep,
Yet hope emerges, from its sleep.
With every sunrise, a chance to see,
The light that guides to what could be.
(chorus)
The wounds of the flesh, they bleed and ache,
But the wounds of the soul, harder to break.
Time heals the scars, though slow and thin,
And with it comes the strength within.
(bridge)
Parallel paths of pain and grace,
The journey to a brighter place.
Flesh and mind, they intertwine,
Healing slowly, line by line.
(verse 3)
Now the scars, they softly fade,
Reminders of the price once paid.
The soul too, finds its way,
Growing stronger, day by day.
(pre-chorus)
From the darkness, light is born,
A heart once shattered, no longer torn.
Both flesh and spirit start to heal,
In the strength of time, we feel.
(chorus)
The wounds of the flesh, they bleed and ache,
But the wounds of the soul, harder to break.
Time heals the scars, though slow and thin,
And with it comes the strength within.
(outro)
In the mirror now, a different face,
Reflections of a hard-earned grace.
The cuts have healed, the soul takes flight,
In the dawn of a new light.
