Hope

We Still Hold On When the ground shakes in Venezuela, and dust covers what was home, may hands reach faster than fear, may no heart have to stand alone. When nights are loud in Iran, and families pray for peace to stay, may dawn come soft and kinder, and lead the dark away. When streets feel heavy with sorrow, and justice feels out of sight, may we choose to see each other, and hold each other tight. We are more than the quake, more than the war, more than the pain, we are the help that keeps showing up, like sun after heavy rain. So for every soul hurting tonight, from Caracas to Tehran and here — I send you strength, I send you love, I send you hope, still near.