Gold By Design Trimeric

Your dense scars are proof you survived, vivid dreams filled with old worries; Fears creep as you close your eyes, mental bruises that sometimes still hurt; Vivid dreams filled with old worries, bite your tongue to keep them dormant; Blood scabs with a bit of fresh clarity; Fears creep as you close your eyes, yanked to the left and back to the right; Released again with each sunrise; Mental bruises that sometimes still hurt, rest easy they long ago were healed; Fly now, those marks are gold by design.