(Verse 1)
I wore the nights like winter coats, stitched with borrowed memories
Walked sidewalks made of echoes, carrying yesterday’s flames.
Rain learned all the secrets I tried to hide beneath my armor
But every puddle let out a silent screaming murmur.
(Pre-Chorus)
There’s a map beneath my scars, a compass carved in skin,
But these torn memories will never take over and win.
(Chorus)
I am a garden after storms, roots that learned to thrive
A lighthouse helping others survive.
What broke me taught me lessons, what bled me gave me life,
I bloom in places wrecked by storms, I lived through the strife.
(Verse 2)
There were mirrors made of paper, torn and scattered on the ground,
I taped them together and showed I can rebound.
Ash turned into chalk to write the lessons for my path,
And every line became a road that led me through the wrath.
(Pre-Chorus)
I learned to count the quiet, to trade my fear for hope,
I’m no longer walking on the long tightrope.
(Chorus)
I am a garden after storms, roots that learned to thrive
A lighthouse helping others survive.
What broke me taught me lessons, what bled me gave me life,
I bloom in places wrecked by storms, I lived through the strife.
(Bridge)
When the world insists on hate and loss,
Forgiveness is a river that flows in thoughts.
Hope is not a fragile vase but reality,
Life is anything but a tragedy.
Every bruise is just a poem folded in the pain,
And every step I take is louder and I remain.
(Chorus)
I am a garden after storms, roots that learned to thrive
A lighthouse helping others survive.
What broke me taught me lessons, what bled me gave me life,
I bloom in places wrecked by storms, I lived through the strife.
(Outro)
So let the clocks keep counting all the hours,
I’ve learned to dance in the showers.
When night returns, I’ll be the North Star,
and this’ll be another story in my memoir.
11/12/2025
Angel Boucher 