Bloom

[Verse 1]

They buried me deep where no light survives,

Whispers called it the end, but I felt alive.

Roots in the dark, sipping storms like wine,

I stitched my silence into sacred design.

I was soil, I was shadow, I was seed,

Holding tight to every broken need.

But cracks let the moonlight seep in slow—

Now I rise where wild things grow.

[Pre-Chorus]

I’m not a rose picked for display,

I'm the bloom that broke through clay.

Don’t call it luck, don’t call it fate—

I am the echo time couldn't erase.

[Chorus]

This is my bloom, my blaze, my rise,

A garden forged beneath closed eyes.

Petals made from silent screams,

Thorns that learned to cradle dreams.

I’m not waiting for a spring to come—

I became the warmth, the beat, the drum.

Whole and wild in my own skin,

A universe stitched deep within.

[Verse 2]

I danced with ghosts in velvet dust,

Fell in love with shattered trust.

Time tried to erase my name—

But I carved it into every flame.

You can’t cage the sky I breathe,

I wear my story in my teeth.

Each scar a syllable in bloom,

A spell I sang from my own tomb.

[Bridge]

Beneath full moons I bloom unseen,

Among the stars that burn between.

I am the echo before the call,

The whisper just before you fall.

[Final Chorus]

This is my bloom, my blaze, my rise,

A hymn reborn from severed ties.

I am no echo—I’m the sound,

Of something sacred breaking ground.

Not a part—I am the whole,

Every wound, every role.

Call me myth, call me flame,

But never small, and never tamed.