what I endure becomes my compass.
I walk with shadows, yet I walk free.
what I endure becomes my compass.
I walk with shadows, yet I walk free.
What once shimmered in the sky now hides in silence.
Perhaps the divine and the alien both retreat
when we demand proof instead of awe.
What once shimmered in the sky now hides in silence.
Perhaps the divine and the alien both retreat
when we demand proof instead of awe.
We lost our footing when we lost our compassion.
But truth doesn’t need a majority, it needs a voice.
Let ours be clear, even when the world is not.
We lost our footing when we lost our compassion.
But truth doesn’t need a majority, it needs a voice.
Let ours be clear, even when the world is not.