(Verse 1)
There is a kind of pain
that doesn’t feel personal
An old imprint, carried forward
Before I had language, before I knew shame
For a long time I thought the seed was the problem
But seeds don’t decide how they grow —
They answer to the ground that holds them
(Refrain — the hook)
Shame isn’t what blooms
Shame is the soil
And soil can change
Shame isn’t what blooms
Shame is the soil
And soil can change
(Verse 2)
What if healing isn’t erasing what was planted
What if it’s letting myself grow anyway
I am not the seed anymore
I am what the seed became
And yes — I fear the opening repeats the wound
in a different shape
(Refrain — repeat)
Shame isn’t what blooms
Shame is the soil
And soil can change
(Bridge)
A flower does not return to being a seed
The cycle doesn’t repeat — it continues, differently
(Outro)
This is how I begin again
Blooming