Scars of Courage (Acoustic)
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Letra: Rogerio S. de Oliveira
Música criada pela IA
3007 RS
2024
Contribuição:
PIX: rogervdso@gmail.com
Scars of Courage Acoustic
Scars from the past, marks that don't fade away,
Memories of battles, that time doesn't erase.
But every wound, every pain that's felt,
Is a story of courage, that life gives us.
In the darkness of the night, in the cold streets of the city,
Each step marked by a struggle, a truth.
Scars on the body, but also in the soul,
Silent witnesses of a journey of calm.
Scars from the past, marks that don't fade away,
Memories of battles, that time doesn't erase.
But every wound, every pain that's felt,
Is a story of courage, that life gives us.
In every lost battle, in every scar,
There's a lesson, a learning that doesn't fade away.
Deep wells of sadness, mountains of pain,
But also moments of glory, of love.
They're not marks of weakness, but of resistance,
Trials that shape our existence.
Scars from the past, marks that don't fade away,
Memories of battles, that time doesn't erase.
But every wound, every pain that's felt,
Is a story of courage, that life gives us.
Thus we move forward, with scars as guides,
Always reminding ourselves that we're stronger than we once seemed.
Música criada pela IA
3007 RS
2024
Contribuição:
PIX: rogervdso@gmail.com
Scars of Courage Acoustic
Scars from the past, marks that don't fade away,
Memories of battles, that time doesn't erase.
But every wound, every pain that's felt,
Is a story of courage, that life gives us.
In the darkness of the night, in the cold streets of the city,
Each step marked by a struggle, a truth.
Scars on the body, but also in the soul,
Silent witnesses of a journey of calm.
Scars from the past, marks that don't fade away,
Memories of battles, that time doesn't erase.
But every wound, every pain that's felt,
Is a story of courage, that life gives us.
In every lost battle, in every scar,
There's a lesson, a learning that doesn't fade away.
Deep wells of sadness, mountains of pain,
But also moments of glory, of love.
They're not marks of weakness, but of resistance,
Trials that shape our existence.
Scars from the past, marks that don't fade away,
Memories of battles, that time doesn't erase.
But every wound, every pain that's felt,
Is a story of courage, that life gives us.
Thus we move forward, with scars as guides,
Always reminding ourselves that we're stronger than we once seemed.