

Prompt / Lyrics
(Verse 1 – spare, intimate) There is a kind of pain that doesn’t feel personal It lives deeper than memory A reflex A way of turning from myself before I know I’m doing it An old imprint A seed carried forward Pressed into this lifetime Before I had language Before I knew shame ⸻ (Verse 2 – gentle shift) For a long time I thought the seed was the problem That if I could remove it Heal it enough I would finally be free But seeds don’t decide how they grow They respond to the ground That holds them ⸻ (Refrain – light, repeatable) 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 3 – opening) What if healing isn’t erasing what was planted What if it’s letting myself grow anyway To bloom is not passive It asks something of me To move To risk expression To stop living as what buried me ⸻ (Verse 4 – embodied truth) I am not the seed anymore I am what the seed became And yes, there is fear here That opening will repeat the past That growth will find the same wound In a different shape ⸻ (Bridge – devotional, quiet) But a flower does not return to being a seed It becomes the place Where new life forms The cycle doesn’t repeat It continues Differently ⸻ (Outro – prayerful, spacious) From here Creation feels less like effort More like participation Something moves through me Not to correct what was But to reclaim what is This is how I begin again Blooming
Tags
Meditative chillwave track with deep female vocals. warm synth pads, soulful, uplifting melody, flowing rhythm
4:09
No
1/23/2026