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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...
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...
