| He's a late bloomer he | |
| Knows just what he could be | |
| But he's taking his time | |
| He's a late bloomer he lives in the in-between | |
| But he's getting it right | |
| Like the slowest growing flower | |
| He's essential to your hour | |
| And he's taking his time | |
| Late bloomers still rise | |
| She's a late bloomer she knows just what she could be | |
| But she's taking her time | |
| First she started a seed | |
| She proceed to cut the weeds | |
| But she's facing the sky | |
| Like the slowest growing flower | |
| She's essential to your hour | |
| And she's taking her time | |
| Late bloomers still rise | |
| Like the slowest growing flower | |
| She's essential to your hour | |
| And she's taking her time | |
| Late bloomers still rise | |
| 'Cause late bloomers still rise |