We stand among ruins, our breath caught,
Debris at our feet, stories in fragments,
A testament to our will, now humbled.
Sweep away the shards of yesteryears,
Gather them in trembling hands, solemn,
Mending the cracks, one plea at a time.
Past shadows whisper, we bow our heads,
Asking for strength, the will to rebuild,
These walls, our hearts, the wreckage.
No show to run, no stage to claim,
Only silence, broken by promises,
Of change, of mending, of new dawns.
We vowed, any length, any cost,
For victory over the shadows,
For peace in the light of mending.