She wore her battle scars like wings, looking at her you would never know that once upon a time she forgot how to fly

Do you remember when we learned how to fly? We'd play make-believe, we were young and had time on our side

If chaos is a masterpiece,Then you should see my heart.If battle scars are beautiful,Then I'm a work of art.

I wear my wrinkles like battle scars, having earned every last one slaying life’s dragons. They boast of my victories and some defeats while their beauty is a wealth of wisdom gained.