From ashen ruins where darkness lives,
Where silence reigns and shadows give,
A flicker is seen, of a trembling light,
Fighting against all odds, defying the night.
Beneath the crushing weight of crumbling stones,
A soft sound emerges, saying, "You are not alone."
It defiantly whispers low, yet fierce and clear,
“This fire of hate consumes, but we are still here.”
For in our hearts, where loss takes root,
Our dreams are ground, to bitter soot,
Yet our spark remains, but feels so frail,
It is an immortal ember, that we will not fail.
Through our searing pain, and this endless strife,
Through death of those we love, by thieves of life,
Our spark must endure, by kindling it to grow,
This is the quiet truth, that our fire knows.
“You are not forever lost,” it softly hums,
“Your flames may scorch the dark when it comes.
For, from every field razed, a seed can be sown.
This true strength is birthed, from a light unknown.”
And when our world lies cold and bare,
When our hope dissolves into despair,
We will be the rising Phoenix, shining our light,
For we are the testament, to this endless fight.
We may soar aloft these molten streams,
Our feathers forged of our shattered dreams,
And in our wake, steadfast we will stand,
With newfound power, in our trembling hands.
We are now much more than what we’ve lost,
Though we have paid grief’s unfair cost.
The flames may burn, the pain may stay,
But we will endure. We will find a way.
So before this life, if you decide to leave,
Keep this thread of hope, for those who grieve.
In our hearts, an invincible flame takes flight,
To pierce all of the dark and bring a new light.
One that transcends this hate and division,
One that we can together, all envision,
One that future generations may also use,
Now, we fight united, so no more may lose!