We, the watchers and the wanderers,
Hold threads of time like ancient cloth,
Woven by hands that knew the past,
Yet dared to dream beyond its reach.
There is a spark, a flicker, a fire—
In every heart, a light to guide,
Even when shadows rise too tall,
Or fear sings soft beneath the skin.
We’ve seen the cracks, felt the fall,
But still, we rise, we rise again.
With hands that reach, with hearts that call,
We seek the truth, we seek the light.
Through every war, through every loss,
A flicker stirs—a beating pulse.
The world, it bends, it shifts, it grows,
As changes emerge where love is sowed.
For we are not the sum of scars,
But seeds we plant beneath the stars.
In every human, in every soul,
There’s something grand, to unfold.
And though the road may twist and bend,
There’s always more beyond some end.
A greater dance, a brighter sun,
A world where we all arrive to attend.
So, let us not forget to see
The endlessness where we are free,
The truth that whispers in the breeze:
We are the change—we are the keys.
~ MistressMind Assemblies