In the hush of twilight's gentle sweep, A voice arises, tender yet deep, One whisper winding through the gloomy air, Kindles the hearts that once were laid bare.
With soft-spoken tales of valiant truth, It nurtures buds of hope in aching youth, Kindness blooms, spread by fingertips, A stronghold 'against life's cold eclipse.
Can a mere voice deter the furious tide? With loyalty, it crafts, it spurs the future’s lies , Threaded in tales of faithful steadfast shields, Echo on battlegrounds, through silent fields.
Honor it summons, in twilight's call, Knighted virtue standing tall, A lone sweat beads on determined brows, Rigging the mast when fate is allowed.
Yet, courage whispers amidst fear’s loud cheer, Drawing hope from the wells of the meek, the seers, A single step taken, where many might falter, Bridges the chasms, upon life’s hallowed altar.
One voice—resolute, fervently clear, Commanding truth, where falseness peers, Might it rush forward the course of heart’s fray, Unsheathing dawn, to night's dismay?
And in friendship's balm, a solace, a dance, Hands clasping light, in shadows' expanse, In each shared smile, in every tear, The strength of unity, humbly sincere.
Oh, power of voice, of one, not all, Can seize the hearts of big and small, In echoes of the brave, the just, Lies the pen that stirs, the hand that trusts.
Thus, each uttered word, each listening ear, Might sway the now, and yonder year, A ripple growing in wisdom's sea, Voice your truth—set the tide free.
