Scars Flown Proud Songtext / Lyric

We are the inheritors; the evidence of heaven

Descendants of a legacy gone but not forgotten

We are the inheritors of the grand persuasion

Descendants of its masquerade; numb but not defeated



Welcome to the silent war, to the world we never hoped to gain

The great disguise wandering between two realms

One dead the other rarely dwells beyond our eyes

Lest we be sorely recognized






What little good intentions seem

But obviate the bloom of self esteem

We'll save our prayers

Inured to wounds from bleeding minds

Where wisdom dares not mix with time

Never fear; they'll age they'll change they'll disappear



In every dance no steps are placed

And every path mistakes are made

And if all paths lead but to the grave

Then let us dance along our way



Gliding from room to room all cast in celebrated gloom

With no where yet to rest our head

Waiting for a door to open from within and bring us home

Lest we possess our souls again



You are a wonder and I will sing your praise