Wildflowers Grow Anyway

Got a little dirt on these old boots,

Little red clay on this soul.

Been down roads with dead-end signs,

Paid for mistakes I can’t control.

I’ve cried enough tears to fill a river,

Watched the sun come up on pain.

Funny how the hardest seasons

Teach your heart to dance in rain.

‘Cause wildflowers grow anyway,

Even through the cracks in the clay.

The wind bends ‘em low, but it can’t break ‘em,

The storm rolls in, but they don’t fade.

I’m a mama with a heart full of hope,

A little tougher than yesterday.

Life knocked me down a hundred times,

But wildflowers grow anyway.

I’ve worn shame like an old blue denim,

Thought it’d always fit my skin.

But grace has a way of finding people

Who are ready to begin again.

My babies don’t need a perfect woman,

Just one who keeps showing up.

So I pour a little faith in tomorrow,

Every time this world gets rough.

If these old scars could talk,

They’d say, “Girl, don’t quit.”

You were built for more than surviving,

You were born to outgrow it.

Yeah, wildflowers grow anyway,

Even when the sky turns gray.

I’ve got dreams bigger than my rearview,

And love stronger than my yesterdays.

I’m still chasing every sunrise,

Still believing there’s a place

Where all the hurt turns into hallelujahs…

’Cause wildflowers grow anyway.

So if you see me smiling,

Know it wasn’t always easy.

I just learned that broken hearts

Can still bloom beautifully.