Sprouts

There’s something sprouting

Watered by years of dreams and tears

Unyielding pursuits and misunderstandings

Lives laid to rest upon the plight

There’s something sprouting

What will it yield?

And who will be blessed to glean

Still sowing with the reward unseen

No hope has been lost

The journey wages on

And though the unknown is closing in

There’s faith in knowing that something is sprouting

What will it be? I’m anxious to see

Truly this can’t be in vain

There’s purpose to the rain

Storms clearing ground

New paths had to be found

Smiling and praying while singing and swaying

There’s something sprouting