Every voice a note, every tear a storm—We’re writing a song that justice can come. That’s the kind of change that starts soft and grows strong..
we need listening before speaking out.
A pulse in the pavement,
a mind shift in a new paradigm.
Not a silo wall,
but a gate path.
Not a loud noise,
but an inner call—
We can bend toward fairness,
we can learn how to reinvent ourselves.
Oh, we’re not there yet ,
but we’re on the way,
Tuning the hidden world,
that delays us for so long time
Every voice a note,
every tear a storm—
We’re writing a song that justice can come.
When the silence gets heavy,
and change feels too slow,
We remember the value deep—
we can bend, we can grow.
Not an excuse, not a trick,
but a sign in the dark—
A whisper that says, “We can start.”
No silos, no thrones,
just the work that we share,
A thousand small choices,
each one made with mindfulness,.
The compass is us—
when we listen, we discern:
The next right step is-
the one we can take.
Oh, we’re not there yet,
but we’re on the way,
Tuning the hidden world,
that delays us for so long time.
Every voice a note, every tear a storm—
We’re writing a song that justice can come.
That’s the kind of change,
that starts soft and grows strong..
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