The Thorn of The Past

In the quiet of the night, I breathe,
The thorns of past, they never leave,
They cling to me, with gentle grace,
The thorn of the past, it's in my face.
A reminder of my sacred place,
The thorns of past, they lead me on.

I see the world through eyes of pain,
The thorns of past, they leave their stain,
But I wear them proudly, like a crown,
The thorn of the past, it weighs me down.
A reminder that I will not drown,
The thorns of past, they make me whole.

The thorns of past, they shape my fate,
In every wound, I hesitate,
Yet still I move, I cannot stay,
The thorn of the past, it will not sway.
The past is gone, but the pain will sway,
The thorns of past, they never die.

Each breath I take, I breathe in pain,
The thorns of past, they remain,
But in their shadows, I see the light,
The thorn of the past, it holds me tight.
A beacon in the darkest night,
The thorns of past, they teach me how.

I stand at the crossroads of time,
The thorns of past, they make me climb,
But in each step, I find my strength,
The thorn of the past, it goes to great length.
To walk away, to go the length,
The thorns of past, they set me free.

In the whispers of the wind I hear,
The thorns of past, they draw near,
But I do not fear, I do not run,
The thorn of the past, it's the only one.
For the past is over, the battle won,
The thorns of past, they taught me much.

With every wound, I grow more strong,
The thorns of past, they don't feel wrong,
They remind me of what I've overcome,
The thorn of the past, it makes me numb.
The battles fought, the wars I've won,
The thorns of past, they make me whole.

I look to the future, bold and bright,
The thorns of past, they lose their might,
They fade away, like shadows gone,
The thorn of the past, it lingers on.
And in their place, the light shines on,
The thorns of past, they taught me grace.

The journey's long, but I am strong,
The thorns of past, they don't belong,
I shed them now, like old skin worn,
The thorn of the past, it's reborn.
For in my heart, a new life is born,
The thorns of past, they fade away.

The thorns of past, they are my guide,
Through every tear, through every stride,
I carry them, but they do not weigh,
The thorn of the past, it shows the way.
For in their pain, I found my way,
The thorns of past, they shaped my mind.