[Verse 1] December winds cut through the canvas walls, I count the breaths, I answer every call. A thread, a stitch, a trembling hand—courage, We patch the world with what we do not have. They left me here without a final line, So I write my own in iodine and time. [Pre-Chorus] A little pain keeps me awake—je tiens bon, If I go numb, the warning light is gone. So I bite down, straighten my spine, And make a lantern out of midnight. [Chorus] Monpé will bloom again, say it like a prayer, With bandaged hands I hold the broken air. No end in these long nights, no mercy in the rain, But I carry one true promise—Monpé will bloom again. Monpé will bloom again… Monpé will bloom again. [Verse 2] February—morphine turns to gold, “S’il vous plaît…” the ward is brave and cold. We ration hope in measured drops, We learn what silence costs. Fifteenth day—our linens run too thin, And every knot asks what we’re willing to forgive. [Pre-Chorus] Pack it tight, pack it tight, till the fingers burn, If the supply train misses one more turn… We choose with eyes that never look away, And still we stay. [Chorus] Monpé will bloom again, say it like a prayer, With bandaged hands I hold the broken air. No end in these long nights, no mercy in the rain, But I carry one true promise—Monpé will bloom again. Monpé will bloom again… Monpé will bloom again. [Bridge] Maybe when the smoke is done, they’ll come home slow, And the fields will learn to breathe where poppies grow. Maybe peace will find our names, mon amour, And we will be more than what we endured. Until that day, I keep my hands so still— A heartbeat in the dark, a stubborn will. [Final Chorus] Monpé will bloom again, I swear it through my tears, Through shattered bells and nameless years. If pain keeps us awake until the morning’s flame, Then I will be the promise—Monpé will bloom again. Monpé will bloom again… Monpé will bloom again. [Outro] Je tiens bon… Monpé will bloom again.
