It’s the scars that holds the river flows.
It’s the scars that tells all the silent stories. That no one will ever know.
It’s the scars that heals as life goes. Like a tree with no noise as it slowly grows.
It’s the scars that reminds us of how far we came along. And also everything that went so wrong.
It’s the scars that motivate us to keep fighting even if it takes time or a more effort in trying.
It’s the scars that builds us when it almost destroy us. But also binds us.
It’s the scars that carry so much faith, that lifts us up into something we ourselves create.
It’s the scars.
