Flowers At Midnight

Flowers at Midnight”

Verse 1

I know you think this world’s too dark

To even dream in color anymore.

You’ve been walking through the shadows,

Heart heavy, spirit sore.

But I’ve seen things the night can’t swallow,

Signs the darkness can’t erase—

Little sparks of quiet wonder

Blooming in the strangest place.

Chorus

’Cause I’ve seen flowers bloom at midnight,

Soft and glowing in the gloom.

I’ve seen kites fly in gray skies

Like the sunrise breaking through.

And sometimes the most wounded wings,

The most broken things in sight,

Are the ones who feel the breeze the strongest—

Who know the preciousness of flight.

Verse 2

You say the world is fading out,

That hope is just a fragile thread.

But I’ve watched colors rise from ashes,

Heard songs sung by hearts you thought were dead.

There’s a beauty born of struggle,

A grace that only pain can teach—

A kind of courage in the falling

That lifts us where our hands can’t reach.

Chorus

’Cause I’ve seen flowers bloom at midnight,

Soft and glowing in the gloom.

I’ve seen kites fly in gray skies

Like the sunrise breaking through.

And sometimes the most wounded wings,

The most broken things in sight,

Are the ones who feel the breeze the strongest—

Who know the preciousness of flight.

Bridge

Maybe healing isn’t brightness,

Maybe hope is something small—

A trembling wing that still remembers

How it felt to rise at all.

Maybe dreaming in the darkness

Is the bravest thing we do—

Believing color still exists

Even when the world feels blue.

Verse 3

So when the night feels endless,

And your heart forgets its light,

Remember all the quiet miracles

That only show themselves at night.

You’re not broken—you’re becoming,

You’re the proof that love survives.

You’re the kite against the gray sky,

You’re the flower that arrives.

Final Chorus

I’ve seen flowers bloom at midnight,

Soft and glowing in the gloom.

I’ve seen kites fly in gray skies

Like the sunrise breaking through.

And sometimes the most wounded wings,

The most broken things in sight,

Are the ones who feel the breeze the strongest—

Who know the preciousness of flight.

Outro

So dream in color anyway,

Even when the world feels night—

You were born to catch the wind,

You were made for sacred flight.