[Verse] Concrete cracks where the first light spills, Tiny roots climb through the grime and still. I whisper to the seeds, “You’ll grow, you’ll be, A thread of scent on a passing breeze.” [Pre-Chorus] No garden gate, no velvet wall, Just sky above and a broken stall. But every petal knows its name— Even here, it’s still a flame. [Chorus] Oh, jasmine, climb the silent stone, Bloom where echoes of home are known. A white star in the hum, the hum, A breath of time that still won’t come— But still, it sings. [Verse] Wheels roll by with no one’s eyes, Yet petals catch the afternoon skies. I water dreams in tin cans, Hoping rain might learn to land. [Pre-Chorus] No one asks, no one hears, But the air remembers all the years. And when the streetlight softens slow, It’s like the world forgot to go. [Chorus] Oh, jasmine, climb the silent stone, Bloom where echoes of home are known. A white star in the hum, the hum, A breath of time that still won’t come— But still, it sings. [Bridge] And if one night, the city dreams, Will it taste the jasmine’s seams? Not a rose, not a grand parade— Just this, just me, and a breath you’ve made… [Chorus] Oh, jasmine, climb the silent stone, Bloom where echoes of home are known. A white star in the hum, the hum, A breath of time that still won’t come— But still, it sings. [Outro] Still, it sings… A thread, a sigh… A scent, a sky… Still, it sings…