by Nick Gisburne
They told her that the jasmine was a blessing of her own
An everlasting echo of her name
It grew to fill the garden as it wrapped around the stone
A mirror of the woman she became
The fragrance of the flowers of her fame
Her jasmine is a memory
She won’t remember when, but she
Surrendered to her grief when it was gone
She flies to find her future, but the jasmine in her dreams
Will always feed the hunger of her soul
Without the scent she recognised, a world of strange extremes
Begins to take whatever made her whole
A flower too intrusive to control
Her jasmine is a memory
She won’t remember when, but she
Surrendered to her grief when it was gone
Before she can resist it, she is choking in the weeds
Her purity polluted by the stink
Unable to accept that what a broken body needs
Is just a little distance, just to think
Too soon, she starts to separate and sink
Her jasmine is a memory
She won’t remember when, but she
Surrendered to her grief when it was gone
Rejected by the people she had thought to call her own
Returning to the certainty she spent
She pushes through the jasmine and embraces it, alone
The potency and power of the scent
Reminds her what its memory has meant
Her jasmine is a memory
She won’t remember when, but she
Surrendered to her grief when it was gone
But memories allow her
To treasure every flower
The jasmine spreads forever, sweet and strong
Returning, she can finally belong
Lyrics by Nick Gisburne
Music and vocals created by Suno
