"The Light We Hold"

In a world where shadows fill the air,
With war and pain and deep despair,
Where fear and dread like storms arise,
And tears fall heavy from tired eyes.

Where sadness whispers, anger screams,
And peace feels distant, lost in dreams,
Where panic rushes through each vein,

And hearts grow numb beneath the strain.

Still in our hands, a soft glow stays—
A tiny light that fights the haze.
It’s not loud, but it is bold,
A sacred spark we gently hold.