Battle Scars

VERSE 1

I closed the door behind me, now it’s me and my reflection… Starin’ like he’s catalogin’ every past infection, Says, “You talk about your battle scars like they’re trophies written in your skin. But half the wounds you carry, came from choices you let in…

I look away —

He says, “Nah, don’t run from what you see.”

You keep preachin’ strength to others, but you never practice on me. You keep sayin’ you’ve survived, but you ain’t healed from what you lived. You keep begging God for mercy, but you never learn to actually live.

I feel my chest get tight, like the truth is takin’ aim,

Like he’s draggin every memory, I ever buried in shame.

He says, “You call ’em battle scars, but you ain’t fought a fight — You just learned to hide the damage when you’re breakin’ through the night.”

HOOK

These battle scars ain’t pretty, but they’re carved into my soul, Every line a conversation with the pain I can’t control. If I’m talkin’ to the mirror, then I’m talkin’ to my past — Tryna figure how to heal from wounds that never seem to pass. Battle scars don’t make me weak, they just show the war I’m in — And the mirror keeps remindin’ me the fight starts from within.

VERSE 2

He steps closer, says, “You’re scared to face the man you’ve been, You keep drownin’ in your trauma like it’s comfort to your sin. You keep runnin’ from forgiveness like it’s somethin’ you don’t earn, But every scar upon your body is a lesson you won’t learn.”

I fire back —

“You don’t even know me.”

He says, “Son, I know you best.

I was there for every breakdown, every panic in your chest. I was there when you were prayin’ for a life you couldn’t see, For the life you were born to accomplish, you never let redemption get a chance to set you free.”

Now I’m shakin’, now I’m breakin’, now I’m feelin’ every mark, Like the mirror’s pullin’ shadows from the corners of the dark.

He says, “You want a better life? Then dig in, stop hidin’ from those scars. Stop pretendin’ you ain’t damaged when the proof is exactly who you are.”

HOOK

These battle scars ain’t pretty, but they’re carved into my soul, Every line an accusation of conversation with the pain I can’t control. If I’m talkin’ to the mirror, then I’m talkin’ to my past — Tryna figure how to heal from wounds that never seem to pass. Battle scars that rip open, don’t even make you weak, they just show the war you’re in — And that why the mirror keeps remindin’ me, that the fight starts from within.

BRIDGE (fast pocket)

He says, “You ain’t broken, you’re rebuildin’,

You ain’t losin’, you’re revealin’ Every truth you tried to bury in the cracks beneath the ceilin’.

You ain’t hopeless, you’re awakenin’,

You ain’t fallin’, you’re reclaimin’

Every scar that used to hurt you is the proof you’re still remainin’.” I breathe deep —

For the first time I ain’t scared of what I see.

Maybe battle scars ain’t damage…

Maybe battle scars are exactly me.

The mirror he goes quiet —

But the truth stays aloud.

It’s reflection, I just found…