Disciple Beautiful Scars
Our faces were forgotten, the unrecognized above.
It’s a mystery in this paradise.
In a time we were abandoned to amaze the miserable.
But that time has been forever lost.
We have been reborn.
We were the bruised, we were the broken,
We don’t have the pieces anymore.
We have won, we have overcome
Our scars have been made beautiful.
With everything, this is who we are.
Our reflection’s overtaken by the unexpectable
With the grace that takes the place of change.
Crams on, keeps getting over, the most unforgivable,
Stealing all our sense away.
We have been reborn,
We were the bruised, we were the broken,
We don’t have the pieces anymore.
We have won, we have overcome
Our scars have been made beautiful.
With everything, this is who we are.
We are rising above this gravity,
We have been reborn,
We were the bruised, we were the broken,
We don’t have the pieces anymore.
We have won, we have overcome
Our scars have been made beautiful.
Our scars have been made beautiful.
With everything, this is who we are.
This is who we are, this is who we are
