(Verse 1) I’m old, and that means I’ve survived, Through the seasons and the tides. Seen friends and loved ones drift away, Left with memories that still replay. Each loss, a hole torn through my heart, But I’d never trade the love that starts. (Pre-Chorus) If the scar is deep, then the love was true, Every wound a story that I carry through. Scars aren’t ugly—they’re proof I’ve lived, Proof I’ve lost and learned to give. (Chorus) The waves crash hard, and they pull me under, Tearing through with a deafening thunder. But I float, I hold, on the wreckage near, Through every storm, I persevere. And these scars on my soul, they remind me of who, Of every shipwreck, and the love that grew. (Verse 2) Grief comes in waves, like a raging sea, Each one a memory washing over me. At first, they’re tall and break so fast, But time stretches moments, the pain won’t last. A photo, a song, a scent in the air, Brings it back, but I’ve learned to bear. (Pre-Chorus) The ship is gone, but its beauty remains, In the echoes of joy, through the deepest pains. Scar tissue stronger than flesh once was, Built by love, the life it does. (Chorus) The waves crash hard, and they pull me under, Tearing through with a deafening thunder. But I float, I hold, on the wreckage near, Through every storm, I persevere. And these scars on my soul, they remind me of who, Of every shipwreck, and the love that grew. (Bridge) The waves will come, they’ll always roll, Each one a tribute to a love I hold. Anniversaries, birthdays, a fleeting sound, They remind me of the life I’ve found. And though they crash, I know I’ll rise, Wiping tears, facing the skies. (Chorus) The waves crash hard, and they pull me under, Tearing through with a deafening thunder. But I float, I hold, on the wreckage near, Through every storm, I persevere. And these scars on my soul, they remind me of who, Of every shipwreck, and the love that grew. (Outro) If you’re lucky, you’ll have scars that show, The depth of the love that helped you grow. With every wreck, with every wave, I keep floating, through what life gave. For in the scars, the truth I see— Love is pain, but it’s worth the sea.
