THE RISING ROADS
We walked this road with voices high,
weaving promises through dawn’s lit sky.
Yet tides of change pulled us away,
leaving footprints scattered, dry, washed, ‘n’ array.
A bitter cold wind at dusk may sting,
but here we stand, continuing to sing.
In the quiet now, our thoughts run deep,
questions rise in shadows’ sweep.
Whom did we hear, whom did we lose,
as voices drifted us deep into the Blues.
The heart remembers each echo near,
calling us back, soft but clear.
This aching path now offers a call,
to learn, to grow, to rise from the fall.
In silence, seeds of strength take root,
with grief and grace, a steady pursuit.
Beneath the stars, new fires burn bright,
stretching unseen toward morning light.
Now here we are, eyes set straight ahead,
our journey only paused, not dead.
With freedom’s will and voices held strong,
we lift the fallen, with joy’s love – along.
We gather all that’s led us here,
and charge to reclaim the future without fear.
Maybe it’s too soon to think this way,
to speak of roads yet to be paved.
The dust still settles, and shadows play,
lingering long in the light we gave away.
But there’s a pull within, a quiet thread,
that tugs at dreams, half-woven, half-said.
As we walked together on broken ground,
with voices raised in fierce, defiant song.
And though the silence now weighs us down,
the echoes of courage are still strong and sound.
Every step that faltered, each choice we mourned,
left seeds of hope, blooming, where dreams are born.
The path ahead is cloaked in mist,
its twists and turns not yet revealed.
But we are here, in this stubborn tryst,
with faith our guide, our wounds unsealed.
In the fractures and scars, light begins to pour,
renewing resolve to rise once more.
So let the days pass, let time unfold,
as our hearts are restless, still resilient ‘n’ brave.
In each quiet dawn, in shadows cold,
new voices gather and softly they crave
a future forged by hands unknown –
to rise together, for the world again to behold.