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Scars Behind My Story
Above the storms
Above the scourge of the sun i rise,
From the shackles of despondency I overcome,
From the wounds of the the fierce fury I rise with the prize.
Head bent in shame was my yesterday,
Forsaken and neglected was my past,
Today brings the answers of my yesterday's pray,
In my story I've become the best cast,
Happily living my script,
All may not look well but
the story is mine to act,
The lines are mine to live.
Breathe Breathe Breathe , Cause the story always ends with an "happy ever act"!!!
Written by - P.Dom
Titled by - Sheila
© All Rights Reserved
@dom36606
Above the scourge of the sun i rise,
From the shackles of despondency I overcome,
From the wounds of the the fierce fury I rise with the prize.
Head bent in shame was my yesterday,
Forsaken and neglected was my past,
Today brings the answers of my yesterday's pray,
In my story I've become the best cast,
Happily living my script,
All may not look well but
the story is mine to act,
The lines are mine to live.
Breathe Breathe Breathe , Cause the story always ends with an "happy ever act"!!!
Written by - P.Dom
Titled by - Sheila
© All Rights Reserved
@dom36606
