[Verse 1] Every morning, same white dawn, Same slow hum beneath the stone. Empty trays where nothing grew, Yet one small flower waited through. No footprints crossed the silver floor, No hatch had opened anymore. Still petals breathed a distant sea— A place that somehow remembered me. [Pre-Chorus] The cameras showed an empty room. The silence said, There is no bloom. But every scent unlocked a door I’d never walked through before. [Chorus] One flower for a borrowed day, Blooming where no roots should stay. Calling home through dust and light, Growing stars beneath the night. If no one planted what I know, Tell me… how did this garden grow? [Verse 2] Rain on windows I had never seen, Books whose pages stayed between. Salt upon an unseen shore, Footsteps outside an unseen door. The station counted air and time, The flowers counted something mine. Each blossom opened without sound, Leaving pieces that I found. [Bridge] Then every empty shelf grew bright. Every color broke the night. Petals turned like galaxies, Drawing words between the leaves. They did not ask me where I’d been. They whispered… “You began within.” [Final Chorus] One thousand flowers filled the dome, Each one calling somewhere home. Not a garden built to last, But living echoes of the past. If every memory learns to bloom, Perhaps the heart outlives the moon. [Outro] Tomorrow morning there’ll be one again. Waiting… before I remember its name.
