Magst

My Pain

Magst
My Pain

6 Plays

10 months ago

(Verse 1) In the shadows where the echoes dwell, A silent tale, the pain can tell. A somber melody, a haunting refrain, A journey through the echoes of pain. (Chorus) Oh, the pain, a bitter symphony, A chorus of sorrow, a soul's plea. Yet in the darkness, strength is found, A resilient spirit, rising from the ground. (Verse 2) Like a storm that rages, tearing skies apart, Pain leaves its mark, a wounded heart. But within the tempest, seeds of change, A metamorphosis, a chance to rearrange. (Chorus) Oh, the pain, a teacher and a test, A relentless force, yet not a jest. Through the struggle, a phoenix rises high, From the ashes of pain, a new sky. (Bridge) In the depth of despair, a silver lining gleams, A thread of hope, weaving through the seams. For pain, a transient visitor, not to stay, In the ebb and flow, it fades away. (Verse 3) Scars may linger, a testament to strife, Yet within them lies the beauty of life. A mosaic of lessons, etched on the soul, In the symphony of pain, we find our role. (Chorus) Oh, the pain, a chapter in the song, A journey through weakness, making us strong. With every note, a resilience gained, In the symphony of life, echoes of pain.

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10 months ago

(Verse 1) In the shadows where the echoes dwell, A silent tale, the pain can tell. A somber melody, a haunting refrain, A journey through the echoes of pain. (Chorus) Oh, the pain, a bitter symphony, A chorus of sorrow, a soul's plea. Yet in the darkness, strength is found, A resilient spirit, rising from the ground. (Verse 2) Like a storm that rages, tearing skies apart, Pain leaves its mark, a wounded heart. But within the tempest, seeds of change, A metamorphosis, a chance to rearrange. (Chorus) Oh, the pain, a teacher and a test, A relentless force, yet not a jest. Through the struggle, a phoenix rises high, From the ashes of pain, a new sky. (Bridge) In the depth of despair, a silver lining gleams, A thread of hope, weaving through the seams. For pain, a transient visitor, not to stay, In the ebb and flow, it fades away. (Verse 3) Scars may linger, a testament to strife, Yet within them lies the beauty of life. A mosaic of lessons, etched on the soul, In the symphony of pain, we find our role. (Chorus) Oh, the pain, a chapter in the song, A journey through weakness, making us strong. With every note, a resilience gained, In the symphony of life, echoes of pain.

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