We Rise Anyway

Lift the chin, my friend. Let the dawn break through whatever yesterday left behind. The path was never meant to be clean or quiet— it’s blood, and gravel, and stubborn breath. But you’re not walking it alone. We carry one another in sideways glances, in cracked smiles, in hands we didn’t expect to hold us. In the eyes around you, look again— there’s fire there, flickering low, waiting for someone to believe in it. Speak truth, not because it’s easy, but because silence is a lie that festers. Let your voice shake— it’s the tremble that proves it’s real. Every stumble is soil. Every tear waters what might still rise. You’ve broken and built back before— you know how. So tie your laughter like a thread between us, pull us in, pull us through. We are all chasing a tomorrow that hasn’t promised anything. But still we reach, still we rise— a bruised, beautiful chorus becoming what the world forgot to imagine.