Hope for me

I move through the hours, I do what I do,
With ordinary things to carry me through.
Then one little thought slips into my mind:
What will be waiting further down the line?

For us, for the earth, for the ones that I love,
For all that is here and the skies up above.
I hold in my breath, let my hands slowly fall,
And fear makes me wonder if I can move at all.

So what can I lean on when nothing feels sure?
What can I hold when I can't see the shore?
I reach through the noise for something that's true,
For all of the small things that still pull me through.

One small reason, soft and clear,
One little light that keeps me here.
When I lose the shore beneath the blue,
I follow the love that still comes through.
And in the quiet, when I can hardly breathe,
A wider love reminds me to believe.

I think of the kindness passed hand to hand,
Of hearts that still open, of those who still stand.
Maybe we're not broken, maybe we're lost,
Still learning what living together has cost.

While powerful hands keep turning the wheel,
It's ordinary hearts that carry what we feel.
And these sacred eyes weren't made just to stare
At things we can purchase while the world needs our care.

I wish we could move like the ants in the ground,
Each carrying something, no one left out.
If one of us hurts, let the others hurt too,
And build something kinder in all that we do.

Not you against me, not mine against yours,
But millions of hands opening doors.
With patience, with love, until somehow we find
We're more than ourselves when we're moving as one mind.

One small reason, soft and clear,
One little light that keeps me here.
When I lose the shore beneath the blue,
I follow the love that still comes through.
And when all my thoughts become an endless sea,
I reach for the world—
and it reaches for me.

I let the quiet hold me.
I let the small things stay.
I cannot see tomorrow—
but I can move today.