Angels.

A September hush, hands open like windows, hearts open like doors. Angels in hard hats, halos made of light, demons in the headlines, selling only night. We swept the stairs of silence, learned a steadier breath, wrote names in living gardens, chose love instead of death. Twenty-four years of sunrise, still teaching us the way, how steel remembers sky, how people hold the day. If fear is just a shadow, we’ll stand and be the sun, if hate is loud at midnight, we’ll sing till morning comes. giants n legends, throw stones in glass houses, watch architects of tomorrow learn what doubt is. Raise every beam like a vow, turn every scar into ground we can plow, up, up, up, we go, hope for tomorrow, now. Angels in the stairwells, coffee on their sleeves, demons tried to scatter us, we gathered like the leaves. Kids sketch taller skylines in chalk along the street, we hand them brighter pencils, we lift them on our feet. Faith is not a statue, faith is hands that build, a thousand ordinary kindnesses, the city gently filled. If fear is just a rumor, let truth become the sound, if grief returns like weather, we’ll shelter one another now. giants n legends, throw stones in glass houses, watch architects of tomorrow learn what doubt is. Plant every seed that we saved, water the dust with the tears that we braved, up, up, up, we grow, hope for tomorrow, now. Up from ashes, into daylight, (up) Up from silence, into choir, (up) Up from sorrow, into handshakes, (up) Up from anger, into fire, the warming kind, the beacon kind, the lantern in the windowsill at night. Angels sing in streetlight clothes, demons fade where mercy grows. giants n legends, throw stones in glass houses, watch architects of tomorrow learn what doubt is. Raise every beam like a vow, turn every scar into ground we can plow, up, up, up, we rise, hope for tomorrow, now. up, up, up, we rise, hope for tomorrow, now. Angels over asphalt, city made of hearts, light between the high-rises, home inside the dark.