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.
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.