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I used to wonder how a tender bloom,
Could brave the blaze of a relentless noon.
Its velvet skin, so fragile, yet it stands,
A quiet strength I held within my hands.
Under searing skies, with no gentle rain,
It still found a way to dance through the pain.
Now I see — that's how the story’s spun,
Through bitter winds and under heavy suns.
No matter how the darkness weighs the skies,
Hold to your heart — and you will rise.
I walked through fields where sorrow grew so wild,
Lost in the storms that stole my inner child.
Yet every scar became a seed of light,
Blooming in gardens hidden from the night.
Though the ground may crack and rivers run dry,
Hope’s tender roots will still reach for the sky.
Now I see — that's how the story’s spun,
Through bitter winds and under heavy suns.
No matter how the darkness weighs the skies,
Hold to your heart — and you will rise.
So let the tempests howl, let the fires rage,
Every trial will carve a brighter page.
And when you’re tired, when you’ve lost your way,
Remember: even broken wings can pray.
Now I see — that's how the story’s spun,
Through bitter winds and under heavy suns.
No matter how the darkness weighs the skies,
Hold to your heart — and you will rise.
Hold to your heart... and you will rise.