Weed Does Not Wither

The story

There's an old German saying that weeds don't wither, and I have tested it more than once. I've fallen far enough to think it was the end, and every time it turned out to be a shift in the tide. In the ruins I didn't find ashes, I found my core. No chapter is the last while you are still writing it. Roots deep, gaze far: that is how you get through a winter.

Lyrics

Verse 1:
I am Roman, a weed that won’t concede,
With roots so deep, they anchor every deed.
I’ve fallen, yet risen, no depth too profound,
No fall so great that I can’t rebound.

In the ruins of dreams, I uncovered my core,
Not just ashes, but a phoenix set to soar.
It wasn’t the end, but the start of my plight,
The crisis forged me, like stone under light.

Chorus:
I am Roman, like a book self-penned,
No chapter is the last while my heart transcends.
Not a downfall, but a shift in the tide,
A weed doesn’t perish; it endures, it abides.

Verse 2:
I sought riches in gold but found them in being,
In life’s chaos, I found my own meaning.
Not lost, but woven anew in life’s intricate weave,
In the depths of existence, my spirit achieved.

Words are my weapons, sharp as a blade,
No cut too deep, no shadow too great.
I’m the stone unmoved by the river’s force,
A spirit that never diverts from its course.

Chorus:
I am Roman, like a book self-penned,
No chapter is the last while my heart transcends.
Not a downfall, but a shift in the tide,
A weed doesn’t perish; it endures, it abides.

Bridge:
Roots buried deep, yet my gaze reaches far,
I’ve learned that flames don’t just burn; they are.
Hope rises in darkness, when the night’s at its height,
A single spark is enough to reignite the light.
I am no slave to time; its rhythm I guide,
My life is the verse, with each beat I reside.
A weed doesn’t wither, it thrives and grows,
Even through winter, where the cold wind blows.

Chorus:
I am Roman, like a book self-penned,
No chapter is the last while my heart transcends.
Not a downfall, but a shift in the tide,
A weed doesn’t perish; it endures, it abides.

Verse 3:
I’ve danced with shadows, yet I stand in the sun,
Every battle I’ve faced, every war I’ve won.
In the silence of doubt, I discovered my voice,
In the face of despair, I made my choice.

No storm could drown the fire in my soul,
Each challenge, a step toward making me whole.
I’m not the echoes of past, but the drum of the now,
A force unyielding, I’ll rise and avow.

Outro:
I am Romian, unbroken, unbeaten,
Life may carve me, but it’s my song that’s written.
Each line, each verse, a testament of might,
That a weed won’t wither; it flourishes in light.

Spoken

I am Romian, with I
Not less AI more I
If you feel it, its real
Harem. Salam. Tschagg. Tom. Pai. U