Before my tears have even dried away
Springtime arrives in a slow, gentle way
In the blue sea of nemophila, I softly hide
Burying my sins deep down where they reside
The thorns of someone's words still pierce my chest so sore
Yet the one I want to forgive... is myself, forevermore
If forgiving you can help me start to walk again
Even sorrow will bloom into flowers from the pain
Right here in the palm of my hand today
If forgiving you lets me see a tomorrow on the way
On this hill of tears, I whisper through the blue
A gentle goodbye, bidding adieu
The seasons pass, washing it all without a word
The wind caresses the days that time interred
The things I left unsaid, the things I broke apart
A tiny sprout is growing deep inside my heart
Sent upward to the sky, a quiet, hopeful start
By forgiving you, my heart begins to gently untwine
The pain changes colors, coloring this soul of mine
If a light shines bright inside because of this release
I will be born again, where nemophila brings peace
Forgiveness is never a sign of weakness inside
It’s the power that blooms where the tears divide
At the end of all the complaints and the scars
Flowers will bloom beneath the morning stars
By forgiving you
I am finally free at last
Stepping forward, embracing the future and the past
If forgiving you means I can forgive me too
From the nemophila hill, so bright and new
Walking toward a morning true
