The Bloom and the Break

Responding to the song “Where The Black Rose Grows” by: ComaToastedFX a talented soul 🥀 https://suno.com/song/afccfa59-fa7c-4ee9-bc9d-a6e20a28dc63 Here we stand… Not shadows, not phantoms… But roots breaking ground, Stronger… and stronger… “Here we are now, why?” “Rising… and rising…” You say you’re rusted, but I see the gold, The fire you carry? It’s fierce, it’s bold. You’ve walked through flames and the endless dark, But every step, you’ve left your mark. Tired? Maybe. Busted? No. There’s power in the pain that makes you grow. The ground beneath you doesn’t pull you down, It cradles your roots, it builds your crown. “Can’t you feel it breaking through?” “The bloom… it’s you.” Why can’t you see you’ve been enough? The cracks, the scars—they’re proof of love. A black rose blooms, but it’s not just pain, It’s strength, it’s beauty, it’s what remains. You rise, you fight, you light your way, And deep in the dark, you claim the day. “Don’t you see it now?!” “The black rose is alive.” Every night you’ve stumbled, bruised and torn, But you kept walking, and you were reborn. The vampire you feared, the weight on your chest? It’s fading now—you’ve passed the test. You see the stars, you hear the applause, Not drowning now, you’re breaking the laws. The silence that bound you? Now it’s loud, The echoes of doubt—just part of the crowd. “Look at you now, just look at you…” “Rising through the dirt you once called doom.” Why can’t you see you’ve been enough? The cracks, the scars—they’re proof of love. A black rose blooms, but it’s not just pain, It’s strength, it’s beauty, it’s what remains. You rise, you fight, you light your way, And deep in the dark, you claim the day. Here’s the truth, the hardest part: It’s not breaking that makes the art. It’s rising, blooming, even through hell, Where no one thought you could grow so well. So breathe, my friend, let petals fall, You are the black rose standing tall. What you thought was ending was just the start, The cracks were windows into your heart. “Lay it down? No—take your throne…” “The black rose stands alone.” Now can you see you’re more than enough? The rust, the pain—it’s a soul rebuffed. A black rose blooms not just to survive, It flourishes here, it comes alive. You rise, you shine, you burn through gray, From deep in the dark, you’ve found your way. “I can see it now!” “The black rose is life!” “The cracks were the way…” “Love always finds its way…” When it’s over… you stand here whole, Not rusted, not busted, but bathed in gold. A black rose blooms… its roots spread wide, And through the cracks… you rise. “Not lower… but soaring.” “The black rose… is thriving.”