Root Pulse

[Verse 1]
The unsaid words, a root-tangled crypt,
Where light-starved truths have always slept.
Each hesitant line, a fragile fern's unfurl,
Before the sun could touch its tender curl.

[Chorus]
Oh, this wild pulse, a deep earth surge,
A hidden spring, where my true colors emerge!
A sudden bloom, after the silent wait,
Finally claiming my own sacred state.

[Verse 2]
The phantom sentences, a scattered seedbed low,
A silent forest where my doubts would grow.
But now, each cancelled phrase, a verdigris trace,
A map to finding my own sacred space.

[Chorus]
Oh, this wild pulse, a deep earth surge,
A hidden spring, where my true colors emerge!
A sudden bloom, after the silent wait,
Finally claiming my own sacred state.

[Bridge]
And through the canopy, glass-winged whispers rise,
Barely heard, beneath these newfound skies.
They trace the air, a truth finally set free,
This vivid, breathing, joyful part of me.

[Outro]
A root-deep sigh, a humid, soft release,
In this wild garden, I find my peace.