Beauty In Pain

purified in the flame cleansed in the rain finding beauty in the pain accepting the distain of all that became there's sincerity in shame dim's the only pressing view fog covers through and through empty in the reach for you breathing in a quaint defeat the scent of hope's subtle retreat familiar gloom sets on both feet wounded spirit, rest once more with mended wings in time you'll soar crafted through divine weaving these thoughts are just deceiving your maker's form will hold and once again you'll be made bold purified in the flame cleansed in the rain finding beauty in the pain