Ode to the Hands That Lifted Us

In the echoes of struggle, through nights so long,

When our spirits faltered, and hope felt gone,

You stood as beacons, steady and true,

Guiding us onward, renewing our view.

With hands outstretched, you bore our weight,

Softened the sting of a bitter fate.

Your words, like lanterns, lit the way,

Dispelling the dark, birthing new day.

To you who stayed when others fled,

Who heard the cries our hearts had bled,

Your kindness, a balm, a gentle grace,

A mirror of strength in every face.

In the quiet moments, unseen, unsung,

Where battles raged and victories clung,

You were the pillars that held us high,

The steady ground when we dared to try.

No words suffice, no deed compares,

To repay the love that mends and cares.

So take this verse, a humble gift,

For the hearts that heal, for the hands that lift.

For every whisper, every embrace,

For standing tall in our darkest place,

We thank you deeply, with all our soul,

For making the broken somehow whole.

May the light you give return in kind,

A thousand suns in your heart to find.

For you are the reason we rise, we soar,

Forever grateful, forever more.