[00:13.19]The soil is marked by storms that fell
[00:21.00]By roots that broke by stones that dwell
[00:28.46]Yet from the wounds new blossoms rise
[00:36.09]Bright petals born from darkened skies
[00:47.54]The scarred earth speaks of strength untold
[00:55.14]Of seeds that sprout through pain and cold
[01:02.57]It proves that loss can still create
[01:09.98]That broken ground makes harvest great
[01:21.06]Each leaf repeats the ancient song
[01:28.46]That healing grows where hurts belong
[01:36.09]The garden holds its memory true
[01:43.46]Yet still it shines with morning dew
[02:10.87]A scar can be a fertile place
[02:18.78]A field redeemed by tender grace
[02:26.49]The wounds of earth though deep and wide
[02:34.59]Become the soil where hopes abide