Chorus:
The flower never said the scent was in its name
But still the world keeps turning, and the air still knows the same
The sky don't boast its height, the sea don't speak its depth
And still you feel the ocean with the very first breath
Let them wait for proof—it comes without a word
The quietest river is the one most heard
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Verse 1:
I never told the garden, "Look how I unfold"
I never asked the evening, "Have my colors turned to gold?"
The stars don't sign their work across the darkened hill
And yet the night remembers—and the morning will
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Pre-Chorus:
The sun just rises slowly, doesn't knock upon the door
But nobody mistakes the light for something they ignore
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Chorus:
The flower never said the scent was in its name
But still the world keeps turning, and the air still knows the same
The sky don't boast its height, the sea don't speak its depth
And still you feel the ocean with the very first breath
Let them wait for proof—it comes without a word
The quietest river is the one most heard
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Verse 2:
You can hide the root all winter, cover it with frost
But spring will find the fracture where the green was never lost
So why should I keep shouting what the silence never doubts?
A lock that needs no picking—is the one they talk about
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Bridge:
Let them be a little late
Let the knowing take its time
I don't need a standing ovation
Just a quiet, honest rhyme
Better to be fragrance
Than to beg "Do you smell me now?"
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Final Chorus (softer, then lift):
The flower never said… (no, it never said a thing)
But the air still knows the music that the silent petals bring
The sky don't climb a ladder, the deep don't beg for praise
And still the sailor finds the tide on unmarked days
So I'll keep my doing silent
And my getting better slow
When the fruit is on the table
Everybody knows
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