i shoulda known

Storm of Steel

Scars are proof of a life that has been lived. 
Nothing more.

While memory fades – a flicker against the night – our scars remain visible. 
They are the body’s lasting record, a signature signed in pain and healing. 

Our canvas is marked, as long as we exist.

The silence breaks, the air is thin,
Where life has gone, and left its sign.
A history held, where soul ran in,
And made the fragile dust divine.

The flesh forgets the shape of sun,
It only knows the tear and fold.
A battle lost, a battle won,
A simple truth, forever told.
The broken grace where growth begins,
A canvas marked by deep despair,
The only proof of where one spins
A tapestry of hurt and prayer.

O, the sanctity of being,
The witness to the fall.
A crack for the light to stream in,
We carry it all.
O, the scar, the seal, the sign,
You were alive, you were alive.
The mark that proves you are divine,
And still survive.

The scrape we bore in childhood's heat,
The wound that only time could mend.
The memory of defeat,
That makes the present softly bend.
The body’s script, no word can raze,
A truth we store beneath the skin.
Through all the vast and empty days,
A silent I was here within.

The ornament that pain has wrought.
The only mirror we are shown.

O, the sanctity of being,
The witness to the fall.
A crack for the light to stream in,
We carry it all.
O, the scar, the seal, the sign,
You were alive, you were alive.
The mark that proves you are divine,
And still survive.

The matrix knows which path we chose,
The lines are drawn with ancient hands.
It is the map where meaning grows,
Beyond the flesh, on distant sands.
We search the glass for seamless lies,
But find our truer self inside:
Where the unblemished hero dies,
And wounded grace cannot be denied.

Each trace of fear, each tender spot,
A footprint in the dust of time,
The sign that you were never not
Submitting to the great sublime.
It is the memory that stays,
When words and worlds have faded out.
A witness through the darkest maze,
To what this short existence is about.

The flaw is the proof of the soul!
The light will enter, make you whole!

O, the sanctity of being,
The witness to the rise.
A crack for the light of healing,
We carry it to the skies.
O, the scar, the seal, the sign,
You were transformed, you were sublime.
The mark that proves you are divine,
And made the moment truly thine.

Truly thine.
The light streams in.
The signature remains.

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Arrangement and vocals: Volker Redder, Udio, GarageBand, Google AI Studio
Loops and samples: Volker Redder, GarageBand, Google AI Studio
Editing and sound design: Volker Redder, Ozone 11, Sound Studio, GarageBand
Lyrics: Volker Redder, translated with the help of Google Translate
Cover design: Volker Redder, Photoshop, ChatGPT ImaGen

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