𝒷𝓁𝑜𝑜𝓂 𝓁𝒶𝓉𝑒

[Instrumental intro - fingerstyling] I carried the weight of seasons past Waiting for a moment that would last Every step felt heavy on the ground Searching for a place I hadn’t found The world kept moving, and I stayed still Afraid of the climb, afraid of the hill But time whispered in my ear “You’ll find your way, the path is clear” I thought I missed the chance to shine But maybe the clock was never mine The sun still rises, the rain still falls And I’m still learning to stand tall I’m not too late, I’m not behind I’m writing my story line by line The petals unfold, the roots hold strong I’ve been growing here all along It doesn’t matter when I start The soil remembers every part A heart can take its time to heal A soul can learn what’s truly real [Instrumental break lasted for a minute or so] And I… I finally see my fate— I was meant to bloom late.