**(Verse 1)**
In the village of Mlundu, a golden bloom arose,
Whispers of her name kindled hearts, like stars that chose.
Mbwinga, skin of midnight’s grace, eyes like a stream,
Her steps would raise the dawn, chasing shadows from a dream.
**(Chorus)**
A flower’s song, pure as the morning's breath,
In the soil of love, we find our path, not death.
With hands that cradle earth, we sow the tales we share,
In unity and kindness, we rise without a care.
**(Verse 2)**
Mbala, her father, stood like a mountain tall,
Guarding ancient stories, echoing through the hall.
Men brought shiny treasures, promises like stardust,
But she sought the wisdom woven in the rust.
**(Chorus)**
A flower’s song, pure as the morning's breath,
In the soil of love, we find our path, not death.
With hands that cradle earth, we sow the tales we share,
In unity and kindness, we rise without a care.
**(Bridge)**
Kibwe sought the crown, but the village felt the chill,
Fear of tomorrow's shadows, the whispers seemed so real.
Mbwinga stood unwavering, her voice like crystal dew,
“My heart's no prize to claim,” she said, her truth in view.
**(Verse 3)**
The elders shifted trials, like stars that shift in space,
To nurture, heal, and plant, was the measure of their grace.
Kibwe chased illusions, wrapped in pride’s heavy chain,
While Tendo, humble craftsman, felt the spark of gain.
**(Chorus)**
A flower’s song, pure as the morning's breath,
In the soil of love, we find our path, not death.
With hands that cradle earth, we sow the tales we share,
In unity and kindness, we rise without a care.
**(Outro)**
As Tendo mended wheels, teaching young hands to rise,
Mbwinga watched the labor, wisdom gleamed from the skies.
Together hand in hand, their love became the light,
In the heart of Mlundu, they forged a future bright.
**(Final Chorus)**
A flower’s song, pure as the morning's breath,
In the soil of love, we find our path, not death.
With hands that cradle earth, our stories intertwine,
In the tapestry of life, love will always shine.
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