[singer A] Along the path where people pass, a little blue flower grows. No bigger than a single thought, yet it softly shines below. It never asks a single soul if some-one stops to see. It opens all its gentle petals, just as morning sets them free. [transition] [Instrumental only: majestic cinematic crescendo with soaring strings, French horns, deep timpani, gentle choir, building emotion, no vocals] [singer B] Along the path where people pass, a little blue flower grows. No bigger than a quiet thought before it had a name. It never wonders who might notice. It opens just the same when morning comes. A little farther on stands an old tree. It has seen more springs than anyone could count, yet it never boasts of all the years it knows. [transition] [Instrumental only: majestic cinematic crescendo with soaring strings, French horns, deep timpani, gentle choir, building emotion, no vocals] [singer A] Farther down the road of time, The old tree still stands tall. It has carried countless springs, and remembers every one. It never tells grand stories. It has no need for praise. Its branches cradle every wind, its roots embrace the earth. [transition] [Instrumental only: majestic cinematic crescendo with soaring strings, French horns, deep timpani, gentle choir, building emotion, no vocals] [singer B] The flower never wonders how small it really is. The tree never wonders how tall it has become. They share the same earth, the same rain, the same silence. And maybe that's the place where the secret lives. Life was never meant to measure who is seen the farthest, but who keeps blooming where their roots have found a home. [singer A] The little blue flower, still blooming where it belongs. [ending] [Short emotional ending, gentle final chord]
