Silk

[00:14.15] My roots have made a home
[00:17.46] Deep in the layers of loam
[00:20.98] I have sprouted some leaves
[00:23.72] Released my seed, I am blossoming
[00:28.22] Frail petals clenching fragile stalk
[00:35.14] A life so beautiful
[00:38.18] A life so delicate
[00:41.43] Sands through the seam of the time keeper
[00:48.40] Have we learned how to number our days
[00:55.22] The hands of time will transform and shape
[01:02.13] The silk in my wings is fair
[01:04.88] I don't question who I'm called to be
[01:15.67] The gardener didn't request a fern or a tree
[01:18.75] He chose to plant me
[01:22.39] So I'll bloom, and that's what I'll be
[01:25.83] The very best version of me
[01:29.27] To honor him, I won't stop growing till its complete
[01:32.66] I'll bring beauty to dormancy
[01:46.55] Transient creations
[01:51.53] Made precious by mortality
[01:56.95] Vulnerable, exposed
[02:01.84] My beauty offers no armor
[02:07.20] Winter reveals its sharp sting
[02:09.96] A chill breeze that's overbearing
[02:17.37] The vary moment is fleeting
[02:22.01] The color in my veins have turned to grey
[02:28.29] Frail petals clenching fragile stalk
[02:35.05] A wind that passes and comes not again
[02:41.41] Sands through the seem of the time keeper
[02:48.43] Have we learned how to number our days
[02:55.21] The hands of time will transform and shape
[03:02.17] The silk in my wings is dead
[03:06.69] The prettiest of things waste
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