🌱 Seed in the Soil Verse 1 It wasn’t planned, this journey I took I thought I knew, but I misunderstood Everything in me kept pointing this way Even my mistakes knew the road to take I took too much, I took it all wrong I felt the fear when the morning came on I said, “This wasn’t how it was supposed to be” But the door was open, and it opened me Pre-Chorus I was shaking, I was cold, I was shedding my skin But a deeper voice said, “This is where you begin” Chorus I am the seed in the soil, the seed in the soil Buried in darkness, held in the whole Wrapped in the earth, wrapped in the night Waiting for the yes inside my life I am the seed in the soil, safe in the ground Letting the old life fall away now And somewhere softly, I hear it whisper: “Grow.” Verse 2 They laid the blankets over my bones Like the kindest, oldest, quietest home I said the words like a prayer, like a vow: “Seed in the soil… seed in the soil…” Golden cocoon around my skin Protecting the place I was entering in Florida water on my neck like rain I said, “More, please,” and I drank it down to my bones Pre-Chorus 2 Strawberries, blueberries, water and light I was being fed back into life Chorus I am the seed in the soil, the seed in the soil Learning the language of being held Buried in love, buried in grace Turning my ending into a beginning I am the seed in the soil, quiet and small Listening for the springtime call And somewhere softly, I hear it said: “Grow.” Bridge I shed my skin, I shed my years I shed the weight of all those fears The life that’s over, the roles I wore They don’t fit me anymore I came to die, I came to stay I came to be born another way Verse 3 When the shaking passed, when the dark grew thin I asked for my songs, I let them in I played my prayers, I played my truth I danced my way back into my youth Twenty-five stories, a thousand lives I was my own DJ, my own sunrise No walls, no shame, no “who should I be” Just my heart dancing, wild and free Final Chorus I was the seed in the soil, now I can breathe I feel green moving underneath What was buried is learning to rise With open hands and unarmored eyes I was the seed in the soil, now I see This was always growing in me And somewhere softly, still, I hear: “Grow.” Outro It wasn’t planned, but I was led It wasn’t what I had in my head I shed my skin, I broke the ground I found myself. I came home.
