Ready to Bloom

Alone in this motel, I stare at the floor
Where something that I never noticed before
Is sticking straight up between those two boards
A tiny green thistle, no more than a weed
Not a leaf to its name, just a stem from a seed
It carries a message I think I can read:
Every wall is a window, every floor is a field
Every ceiling’s the wide open sky beneath which we’re healed
You’re no weed, you’re a flower, ready to bloom
So, bloom where you’re planted, even in this dark, cold room
Bloom where you’re planted
Even in this dark, cold motel room
You took root deep down in the darkness below
In dirt cold as a grave, and you started out slow
Little by little, determined to grow
You made your way up through a crack in the floor
And you’re not done yet; no, you’re gonna grow more
'Cause when you emerge, you’ll throw open a door!
Every wall is a window, every floor is a field
Every ceiling’s the wide open sky beneath which we’re healed
And you are a flower, ready to bloom
So, bloom where you’re planted, even in this dark, cold room
Bloom where you’re planted
Even in this dark, cold motel
Unplug, unmask
Don’t tell, just ask
Let go, give in
This time, we win
I stand at the sink and I fill up a glass
I water the plant, saying, «This too shall pass»
'Cause you’re not alone anymore; I’m here with you
I see how you struggle, you strain and you strive
I watch how you fight for your chance to survive
And I see this flower in me; I’ll make it through, you’re gonna see!
Every wall is a window, every floor is a field
Every ceiling’s the wide open sky beneath which we’re healed
And you are a flower, ready to bloom
So, bloom where you’re planted, even in this dark, cold room
I am this flower, even in this dark, cold room
I’ll keep on going, even in this dark, cold room
We’ll keep on growing, even in this dark, cold motel room