Pain Is The Lubrication Of Growth
By Iwasnearlythere
In the darkness of the mountain, where dreams are untold,
I found a path of stones, both jagged and bold.
With every step, my feet learned the dance of the climb,
Pain was the teacher, shaping rhythm in time.
Pain is the fire that forges the heart,
In the crucible of life, we tear it apart.
Growth is the melody rising from the strife,
A song of becoming, the soundtrack of life.
Underneath the storm, where the thunder rolls deep,
I faced the fiercest winds, no promise of sleep.
Each scar held a story, a badge of the fight,
Turning darkness to dawn, from ashes to light.
Pain is the fire that forges the heart,
In the crucible of life, we tear it apart.
Growth is the melody rising from the strife,
A song of becoming, the soundtrack of life.
Through the valleys of reflection, where silence reigns,
I crafted my courage, woven from all my chains.
Every tear was a reflection, a refrain of desire,
Kindling the spirit, setting dreams afire.
Pain is the fire that forges the heart,
In the crucible of life, we tear it apart.
Growth is the melody rising from the strife,
A song of becoming, the soundtrack of life.
