Some Flowers Bloom in Darkness - #DiversitySaturday (with song)

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INFO:

The song is inspired by the real-life story of William Topping, a man from Croydon, England, who lived in complete isolation for over 30 years. He was discovered in 1964, when it became clear that he had never left his house.

William Topping lived with his elderly aunt, but it was only later revealed that he had had virtually no interaction with the outside world during all those years. He had completely shut himself off from society, which caused a great deal of public shock when it was uncovered. The case attracted attention from the press and was investigated by a local journalist, sparking broader discussions about mental health, social isolation, and the effects of such extreme seclusion on an individual.

His story is often cited as a poignant example of involuntary social exclusion and the consequences of that, both psychologically and practically.

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** Some Flowers Bloom in Darkness **

Paper walls and empty halls
Morning rounds begin their call
You've been here since a month ago
Wild-eyed, breathing winter's air
They found you in that broken house
Your aunt still holding court, somehow

Behind these doors we're keeping time
Each minute falls like winter's rhyme

Some flowers bloom in darkness here
Behind these warded walls
Your colors paint a different year
Before the curtain falls

Every brush stroke tells your tale
Thirty years of self-exile
Through your canvas, I can see
All the life you used to be
And in your art, there's something more
Than what we're all pretending for

Behind these doors we're keeping time
Each minute falls like winter's rhyme

Some flowers bloom in darkness here
Behind these warded walls
Your colors paint a different year
Before the curtain falls

And who am I to speak of chains?
When my heart beats someone else's name
We're all locked in our private ways
Drawing beauty from our pain

Your beard flows like a prophet's might
Your fingers dance in morning light
On paper worlds you set us free
While I watch and yearn to be
As brave as art that dares to show
The truth we're both afraid to know

Some flowers bloom in darkness here
Behind these warded walls
Your colors paint a different year
Before the curtain falls


With love, © Aífe