You had been wounded,
By their sharp tongues.
You got bruises,
By their betrayals,
You've been fallen in their traps,
And got a different scars.
Still, you're standing with grace,
No pain is visible in your face.
I adore you for being brave.
You had been wounded,
By their sharp tongues.
You got bruises,
By their betrayals,
You've been fallen in their traps,
And got a different scars.
Still, you're standing with grace,
No pain is visible in your face.
I adore you for being brave.