Scars on our soft hearts,

Whispers of lost dreams linger,

Time's gentle embrace.

Moments etched in flesh,

Silence speaks of what we've lost,

Courage born from pain.

Beneath the surface,

Love and hurt dance hand in hand,

Healing takes its time.

Through the open wounds,

New paths glow like morning light,

Hope grows from the dark.

We carry our scars,

Maps of life, both bruised and bright,

Stories etched in love.