Streetlights hum in water blue, Lost in spaces I outgrew. Footsteps tangled, hearts misread, Still, the petals push ahead. Even shadows drink the light, Even broken wings take flight. The ground won’t move, the sky won’t wait, But something in me germinates. Bloom where you are planted, Even if the soil is cold. Cracks in pavement tell a story, Roots still grow where no one knows. Bloom, bloom—don’t ask why, Let the world just pass you by. (Bloom, bloom...) (I keep reaching...) (Bloom, bloom...) (Even bleeding...) Soft decay in empty halls, Vines still climb abandoned walls. Blooming slow, but never late, Beauty bends, it never breaks. Even shadows drink the light, Even broken wings take flight. The ground won’t move, the sky won’t wait, But something in me germinates. Bloom where you are planted, Even if the soil is cold. Cracks in pavement tell a story, Roots still grow where no one knows. Bloom, bloom—don’t ask why, Let the world just pass you by. If I shatter, will I bloom? If I’m lost, am I in bloom? Falling petals, floating free, Maybe breaking sets me free. Bloom where you are planted, Even if the sky turns gray. Even weeds can break the silence, Even ghosts can find their way.