Sunflower Field
Blooms of Resilience: Naomi G Bennett's Sunflower Field
Lyrics
I'm probably just like you numbing myself too
I share a common experience of numbing myself, similar to you.
From the past I've seen and brokenness I carry
I've witnessed the past and carry the weight of brokenness.
How I struggle deeply I think I am unworthy
I struggle deeply and feel unworthy.
Of the little things other people have
I feel undeserving of the small joys others have.
And sometimes I'm not honest with myself
Sometimes, I'm not honest with myself.
The ache for better days, oh I know it all too well
I'm familiar with the yearning for better days.
The sunflower field blossoms after hellish winters
The sunflower field symbolizes renewal after difficult times.
Even through the toughest days
Despite challenging days, there's resilience.
Some flowers might fade, their roots still had a purpose
Some flowers may wither, but their roots had a purpose.
A story they could always tell
Even faded flowers have a story to tell.
The pain that feels like daggers, the comforts I run after
Pain and comforts remind me of my vulnerability.
Remind me how weak I truly am
I acknowledge my weakness when facing pain.
But can't you see the lining the silver etched in hiding
Silver lining is present but may be overlooked.
They tell me but do I give a damn
Despite advice, I may not care about the positive aspects.
And sometimes I'm not honest with myself
Similar to line 5, I am sometimes dishonest with myself.
The ache for better days, oh I know it all too well
The yearning for better days persists.
The sunflower field blossoms after hellish winters
Reiteration of the sunflower field's symbolism.
Even through the toughest days
Resilience endures even through tough times.
Some flowers might fade, their roots still had a purpose
Even faded flowers have a purposeful past.
A story they could always tell
Faded flowers have stories worth sharing.
The sunflower field blossoms after hellish winters
Repetition of the sunflower field's renewal after hardship.
Even through the toughest days
Resilience persists during challenging days.
Some flowers might fade, their roots still had a purpose
Faded flowers still have meaningful roots.
A story they could always tell
Even withered flowers have stories to tell.
There's been happy days and heartbreaks endless nights crying on the floor
Experiences include happy days and heartbreaks, nights of crying.
Depression, bitter lessons I endured
Endurance through depression and bitter lessons.
The stories written upon heart are the songs making me who I am
Personal stories, written on the heart, shape my identity.
And these stories are the flowers in my hand
These stories are likened to flowers held in hand.
Oh these stories are the flowers in my hand
Reiteration that personal stories are like flowers, shaping identity.
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