In Our Hands
The World is heavy — yes — it bends —
The Heart — a Stone — it seems —
The Days are crowded — with their Wrongs —
The Nights — with broken Dreams —
Yet — listen — in the Ash — a Drum —
It beats — against the Gloom —
A Pulse — that will not be denied —
It shakes the Silent Room —
Rise — though the Bones protest the Climb —
Rise — though the Sky is Gray —
The Dark is vast — but so are We —
And Dawn still finds a Way —
So sing — though the Voice is cracked with Use —
So dance — though the Feet are sore —
The Light is not a Stranger here —
It waits — at every Door —