(Verse 1)
Every line upon my face,
Tells a story, holds a grace,
Laughter echoes in the creases,
Joy and love that never ceases.
Each wrinkle’s like a gentle trace,
Of moments shared, a warm embrace.
(Chorus)
These are the marks of a life well lived,
Every scar and every gift.
Gray hairs shine like silver stars,
Bald spots show where love is ours.
With every flaw, I proudly stand,
A canvas painted by life’s hand.
(Verse 2)
Each gray strand whispers tales untold,
Of friendships forged, of love so bold.
In every bump and every bruise,
There’s a truth that I can’t refuse.
The scars I wear are badges bright,
Proof I’ve fought and found my light.
(Chorus)
These are the marks of a life well lived,
Every scar and every gift.
Gray hairs shine like silver stars,
Bald spots show where love is ours.
With every flaw, I proudly stand,
A canvas painted by life’s hand.
(Bridge)
So here’s to the laughter, the tears we’ve shed,
To the paths we’ve wandered, the dreams we’ve led.
Each moment a treasure, each memory a song,
In the tapestry of life, I know where I belong.
(Chorus)
These are the marks of a life well lived,
Every scar and every gift.
Gray hairs shine like silver stars,
Bald spots show where love is ours.
With every flaw, I proudly stand,
A canvas painted by life’s hand.
(Outro)
So let the years come, let them unfold,
I’ll wear my stories like threads of gold.
In every wrinkle, every line,
Is the beauty of a life divine.