I don’t know when it changed in me,
But something bloomed so quietly.
Not loud, not bright, just soft and true,
A feeling that only silence knew.
A heart once closed, now learns to bend,
To open slow and make amends.
It doesn’t rush, it doesn’t break—
It opens for its own sweet sake.
A heart once closed, now learns to bend,
To open slow and make amends.
It doesn’t rush, it doesn’t break—
It opens for its own sweet sake.
A heart once closed, now learns to bend,
To open slow and make amends.
It doesn’t rush, it doesn’t break—
It opens for its own sweet sake.
But something bloomed so quietly.
Not loud, not bright, just soft and true,
A feeling that only silence knew.
A heart once closed, now learns to bend,
To open slow and make amends.
It doesn’t rush, it doesn’t break—
It opens for its own sweet sake.
A heart once closed, now learns to bend,
To open slow and make amends.
It doesn’t rush, it doesn’t break—
It opens for its own sweet sake.
A heart once closed, now learns to bend,
To open slow and make amends.
It doesn’t rush, it doesn’t break—
It opens for its own sweet sake.