A Place Called Here

## Walking Together: Songs for Solidarity ## This is an entry in the Walking Together songwriting contest. The WEF estimates there are over 150 million people without homes worldwide. This project is aimed at supporting efforts to help people "made of potential" out of homelessness in co-operation with Homeless Entrepreneurs. The winning song will be chosen as an anthem for HE's upcoming "Great Walk" and featured in a music video by David Israel. For more details and to find out how you can enter, visit songs-for-solidarity.web.app To see entries, check out the playlist here: https://suno.com/playlist/a6521e67-4924-41b8-a5aa-bf4564ae2cea --- They are the ones who wait for rain to end, for night to ease, for something soft to touch their name. The sky hangs heavy, unblinking, grey as a forgotten thought. Cardboard dreams line the alleys, walls whispering histories of might-have-beens. Beds made of crumpled headlines, their words no longer speak of home. A mother’s hand, once tender on a child’s face, now grips a cup plastic, fragile, begging the world to hold her story. The rhythm of boots on the pavement passes her by. A man once built cathedrals with his hands; now they tremble, wrapped in scraps of yesterday. Each face a map, etched with roads no one dared follow, stories that vanish like smoke into the city’s indifference. Let the streets remember, let the walls cry their names. Raise the cup not for coins, but for hope that remains. Raise your voice, not in pity, but in strength, for they are us, and we are them. You are here. You are seen. You are more than what the world lets you be. Walk with them, not past, not through. The weight they carry could carry you. In the echo of the steps we share, find the grace to stand, to care. The pavements hum with the lives they bear, each crack a testament to survival. The city breathes, but in its corners, breath is a luxury, held in chests too hollow to shout. Hands reach out, some for help, some to give. Each touch a bridge spanning an unseen chasm. What if we paused, if we stopped? What if the weight of the world rested not on one, but all of us, together? Let the streets remember, let the walls cry their names. Raise the cup not for coins, but for hope that remains. Raise your voice, not in pity, but in strength, for they are us, and we are them. You are here. You are seen. You are more than what the world lets you be. A moment to stop, a hand to hold. A life unseen, now bravely told. They are here, and so are we, in the quiet places, setting them free. ** Music and Lyrics ** ** The Left Hand Tree ** ------------------------------ A Place Called Here ------------------------------ ©TheLeftHandTree https://suno.com/@thelefthandtree