The Ink of Life

You can't see my soul, But I think that you know, It ain't what it is But it is becoming what it will be, Tapestries of the past and the jagged corners of the now and blended hope into the future,  Merge all three I's into one you'll see as me, Past lessons good and bad were the threshold of today, And as they melt into tomorrow  Ancient pains won't stand in my way, Cuts and bruises scraped knees of life, Will not hold me at bay, As I learn and then grow stronger facing east each dawning day, Face is worn and leathered life attempts to make me hard and steely grey,  Yet with every blow I weather I grow softer in the grace, The old man inside me now sees what young arrogance of yesterday could not embrace, Life tattoos you call em scars But it's just how the one becoming me has come to be, And the pains that cost the most Are the wounds that you can't see, The ink of life imprinted on my soul Will become God's masterpiece