Hidden Chapters in a Brown Leather Book

Some will say what doesn’t kill us,

Simply makes us stronger,

But when your hurt and in the dirt,

Do we live a little longer?

Some will say what doesn’t kill us,

Makes us that bit stranger,

But isn’t it odd if we forgot,

And avoided all the danger,

Some will say what doesn’t kill us,

Make us a little smarter,

But tread the land and in the sand,

See the smartest are not martyrs,

So what doesn’t kill us might show some light,

On the people in the night,

So I nod my head

and say instead,

To the people that have bled,

I will say what doesn’t kill me,

Is the very thing that sets me free.