Lies the Beauty of Your Design By Eric Cestero (Original Lyrics)

100% Written by Eric Cestero, Inspired by his life
In the garden of life, amidst the strife,
Bloom flowers of courage, born from the rife.
Scars are but marks of battles fought,
Lessons learned, and wisdom sought.
Each scar, a story of pain endured,
A spirit so strong, it stays unperturbed.
Yet in their midst, a beauty grows,
A strength inside that brightly glows.
Lies the beauty of your design,
In every wound, in every line.
Wear your scars with pride, not sorrow,
They're proof of a brighter tomorrow.
Remember the journey, the progress made,
Summits conquered, fears allayed.
The path was steep, the climb was tough,
But you proved to yourself you were enough.
So when you feel them, don't despair,
They’re badges you wear, a bold declare:
"I have lived, I have grown,
I have braved the unknown."
Lies the beauty of your design,
In every wound, in every line.
Wear your scars with pride, not sorrow,
They're proof of a brighter tomorrow.
Success is born from every pain,
It's the rainbow after the rain.
The healing touch after the hurt,
Like a flower growing from the dirt.
Lies the beauty of your design,
In every wound, in every line.
Wear your scars with pride, not sorrow,
They're proof of a brighter tomorrow.
Success is born from every pain,
It's the rainbow after the rain.
The healing touch after the hurt,
Like a flower growing from the dirt.
Lies the beauty of your design,
In every wound, in every line.
Wear your scars with pride, not sorrow,
They're proof of a brighter tomorrow.
Original Poem:
In the garden of life, amidst the strife,
Bloom flowers of courage, born from rife.
Scars are but marks, of battles fought,
Lessons learned, wisdom sought.
Each scar a story, of pain endured,
A testament to a spirit, unperturbed.
Yet in their midst, a beauty grows,
A strength within, that brightly glows.
Remember the journey, the progress made,
The summits conquered, the fears allayed.
Though the path was steep, the climb was tough,
You proved to yourself, you were enough.
So wear each scar, with pride, not sorrow,
For they are proof of a brighter tomorrow.
In every wound, in every line,
Lies the beauty of your design.
So when you feel them, don't despair,
See them as badges, that declare,
"I have lived, I have grown,
I have braved the unknown."
For success is not devoid of pain,
It's the rainbow born of rain.
It's the healing after the hurt,
It's the flower sprouting from the dirt.