Lyrics
[Verse 1]
You kept the seeds in a coffee can
On the old brown windowsill
“Every storm just feeds the roots
If you let your heart stay still”
Shaky hands in the summer dirt
You said
“Kid
Don’t just survive
Open up those hidden colors
Tear the gray from out your life”
[Chorus]
You said
“Flourish like a flower
Even growing through the cracks
Spread your colors through the chaos
Turn your scars to armor-plated tracks”
“Then soar just like a butterfly
Rip the rust right off the sky”
Grandma
I am burning bright
I bloom
I break
I fly
[Verse 2]
Kitchen radio humming low
While the kettle starts to scream
You called my fear a paper cage
And my rage a broken wing
“You were born for louder weather
For the thunder and the ride
Every tremor in your chest
Is just your tiger waking up inside” (hey!)
[Chorus]
You said
“Flourish like a flower
Even growing through the cracks
Spread your colors through the chaos
Turn your scars to armor-plated tracks”
“Then soar just like a butterfly
Rip the rust right off the sky”
Grandma
I am burning bright
I bloom
I break
I fly
[Bridge]
Now the stage lights feel like sunrise
And my throat feels like a storm
But your voice cuts through the feedback
“Let the wild inside transform”
So I scream your old commandments
Into every sleepless night
Every chord a busted gravestone
Every note a streak of light (oh!)
[Chorus]
You said
“Flourish like a flower
Even growing through the cracks
Spread your colors through the chaos
Turn your scars to armor-plated tracks”
“Then soar just like a butterfly
Rip the rust right off the sky”
Grandma
Can you hear me now?
In every roar
I bloom
I break
I fly
Style
rockanthemic metal-rock crossover: chiming clean intro guitars into thickdowntuned rhythm wallsdouble-kick surges in choruses. male vocals that shift from melodic grit in verses to soaringstacked hooks in the chorus; one brief screamed accent before the bridge. bass locks tight under chugged riffs; tom-heavy fills and ride-cymbal lifts push the energy. final chorus hits with extra harmonies and sustained power chords that ring into feedback.metal
Prompt
My grandma always encouraged me to flourish like a flower and soar like a butterfly., metal, rock
Credits
Prompt byIcyJam299
GeneratedMar 12, 2026
ModelAria v5
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