Inspired by Charles Eisenstein’s essay “Undefeated”.
For all flower children, with great respect, deep affection, love, and gratitude. ❤️

Lyrics:

She was young with flowers in her hair
Sixty-seven, summer in the air
Married a painter with a cosmic grin
Said we’ll raise the light from the land we’re in

He carved the wood, she held the days
Five small lights in endless waves
Dreams like banners in the wind
Never thought how thin they’d get

They said be patient, love will pay
But patience doesn’t earn a wage

Oh Kate, you were not wrong
You were just early, and the road is long
The world broke faith, not you
Every tear you cried was true
Oh Kate, you stayed when no one knew
What you gave keeps coming through
In every child you held at night
You sent a pulse of future light

Now the kids are busy staying afloat
Two jobs, tired eyes, tight throats
She grows her roses by the road
Priced in hope, but nobody slowed

Her hands still know how life begins
How to quiet fear, how to listen in
But the market doesn’t need that skill
So she learns the shape of standing still

She asks the sky, was it a lie?
The age of love, the promised time

Oh Kate, you were not wrong
You were just early, and the road is long
The world forgot what it once knew
But love remembers what to do
Oh Kate, don’t call it waste
Nothing gentle leaves no trace
Every hour you gave away
Is breathing somewhere today

They call it “growing up”
When you bury what you felt
They call it “real life”
When you learn to doubt yourself

But what if hope was never naïve
Just unfinished, incomplete
What if all those golden dreams
Are seeds asleep beneath our feet?

Every touch becomes a trace
Every kindness finds a place
Nothing given disappears
It stays behind our eyes and years

Oh Kate, and everyone
Who loved when no one was watching on
The world is more than what we see
It’s shaped by how we choose to be

Every act of love remains
In the child, the dying, the stranger’s face
It tells the dark, it tells the stars:
This is the shape of the human heart
It pulls tomorrow into tune
With something ancient, something true

Kate

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