Seed

(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

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(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

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(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

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(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

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(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

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(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

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(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 

Meditative chillwave track with dreamy, ethereal female vocals. Atmospheric, warm synth pads, soulful, spiritual, uplift