(Verse 1)
In the shadows, where we used to roam,
Chasing solace, but purpose called us home.
Pain pursued, an unwavering guide,
Now we embrace it, in purpose, we confide.
(Pre-Chorus)
Through the storm, we find our way,
Scars tell stories, in the light of day.
Running towards purpose, courage reborn,
Past's pain, a testament, in every dawn.
(Chorus)
We'll endure the pain for purpose,
Turn the page, our story's chorus.
In the echoes of where we've been,
Our testimony, a song within.
(Hook)
Oh, the pain, it wears a face,
But purpose beckons, we embrace.
Through the trials, we'll find our voice,
Past's pain, our anthem, our choice.
(Verse 2)
Beneath the moon, where shadows fade,
Purpose guides us, through the masquerade.
Every step, a dance with destiny,
Pain transformed, in our symphony.
(Pre-Chorus)
Through the storm, we find our way,
Scars tell stories, in the light of day.
Running towards purpose, courage reborn,
Past's pain, a testament, in every dawn.
(Chorus)
We'll endure the pain for purpose,
Turn the page, our story's chorus.
In the echoes of where we've been,
Our testimony, a song within.
(Hook)
Oh, the pain, it wears a face,
But purpose beckons, we embrace.
Through the trials, we'll find our voice,
Past's pain, our anthem, our choice.
(Bridge)
With every heartbeat, a rhythm untold,
In the tapestry of purpose, our stories unfold.
The pain we faced, now a canvas of grace,
A melody of courage, in life's vast space.
(Chorus)
We'll endure the pain for purpose,
Turn the page, our story's chorus.
In the echoes of where we've been,
Our testimony, a song within.
(Hook)
Oh, the pain, it wears a face,
But purpose beckons, we embrace.
Through the trials, we'll find our voice,
Past's pain, our anthem, our choice.
(Outro)
As we stand in the light, shadows behind,
Purpose our compass, a journey defined.
In the harmony of pain and worth,
We sing our song, a testament of rebirth.
This blog contains simple, thought provoking and deeply reflective poetry written by American poet, Doris Trueheart. Here is a large expanse of her poems covering a myriad of topics reflecting her heart.
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