Framed Stretch Marks

[Intro:] Dimelo! Eres mi alma! Siempre! [Verse 1] If I could I’d frame your stretch marks You only get them two ways Giving birth or dropping weight Either way, serious pain She is my pride, my bride But before her vato my pride was my bride The picture of endurance, gave birth to a miracle Them lines are memorials, freedom from the torture And pounds you put on were the defense mechanism Like "Maybe if I was ugly, then he would stop touching me" And you endured the teasing of a fat girl on a track team and kept running Huh, you tuned out the ridicule and every calorie burn A cause for celebration Them lines are victory laps, eternal gold medals When I see ‘em, I’m reminded of the freedom, I’m so proud of you How can I ever question the strength and ever doubt you? And your struggles inspire, it’s physical literature But the pain who gave life with the scars To prove it, if I could, I’d frame them [Hook] It isn’t love if doesn’t hurt If you don’t feel it, then it doesn’t work! The pain removes the scales, pulls back the veil The bruises in the blood will always tell the tale Of the grace of grief, the beauty of brokenness The piece of pain, the hope of hopelessness The ease of emotion, the frame for the feelings The scars and stretch marks, the proof of God’s healing [Verse 2: Braille] Yeah, the birth pains have changed Stretched to the limits, stretched marks from giving birth To the death of a cynic and cinematic My emotions like motion pictures imagine A world with no beauty in it, all I see is the negative Undeveloped negatives, nothing worth framing in my frame of mind It’s like an empty gallery with white painted balls All the flaws are hidden, I just wanna adjust my focus Cause all I ever noticed is the thorns on the roses And it’s moments like this when my hope is misguided And I’m looking for perfection in a place I can’t find it My body bears the marks of missing the mark daily The only hope I hold is knowing that my God will never fail me Even though I fall short and that’s no tall tale Now I drive my point home with that new car smell I see beauty in the scars, like colors in a collage The greatest love gave me life through His death on the cross, yeah! [Hook] (x2) It isn’t love if doesn’t hurt If you don’t feel it, then it doesn’t work! The pain removes the scales, pulls back the veil The bruises in the blood will always tell the tale Of the grace of grief, the beauty of brokenness The piece of pain, the hope of hopelessness The ease of emotion, the frame for the feelings The scars and stretch marks are the proof of God’s healing