Ashes fall where dreams once grew,
But the heart remembers too.
Every loss, a seed of light,
Sleeping softly through the night.
I will bloom again someday,
Through the silence, through the gray.
Broken chords still find their tune,
Morning comes — I’ll rise in bloom.
Empty halls and fading fame,
Still, my soul will sing the same.
What was gone will find its place,
In the warmth of time’s embrace.
I will bloom again someday,
Through the silence, through the gray.
Broken chords still find their tune,
Morning comes — I’ll rise in bloom.
Let the rain wash all I’ve known,
From the cracks, new dreams are grown.
Every end a soft refrain,
Every pain a song remains.
If you hear my voice one day,
Know I bloomed along the way.
Through the storm and through the gloom,
Still I find my heart in bloom.
