Out where the shadows weave through night,
Statues of hope, now hidden from sight.
Every whisper carries the weight of the past,
Broken hearts gather, shadows cast.

In humidity thick with fear and despair,
We search through fields for a heart to share.

Drawn to the embers of our fight,
Fading moments stolen in sight,
Let us rise from the ashes anew,
As together our saddened spirits grew.

Watch how they carry music in stride,
In every strum, the longing resides.
(Male voice)
Each note plucked from a string made of dreams,
Palms of the world soothe broken themes.

Drawn to the embers of our fight,
Fading moments stolen in sight,
Let us rise from the ashes anew,
As together our saddened spirits grew.

Life’s struggles become a gramophone,
Echoing pain as we navigate alone.
But together can we bring this hope alive,
We’ll stitch our hearts till we learn to thrive.

Drawn to the embers of our fight,
Fading moments stolen in sight,
Let us rise from the ashes anew,
As together our saddened spirits grew.

With each mistake, bore invisible trousers,
Unraveled seams cut by unseen blouses.
(Male voice)
But they won’t hold us back in this moment,
Through every sunset, break the torment.

Drawn to the embers as we remind,
Forever stitched in humanity’s bind.
So sing your song for all tears we’ve used,
For worlds to mend where we were confused.