[Verse 1] Why do You feel far in the midnight hush? City’s breathing smoke, my bones keep quiet. Proud hearts laugh low, hiding in the rush, Setting little snares in the alley violet. Footsteps of the poor fade under neon rain, But I’m calling Your name, I’m calling Your name. [Chorus] Arise, O Lord—light this shadowed street. You see it all, every hidden beat. You hear the sigh the weak won’t speak aloud; Gather them close beneath Your cloud. Break the cruel grip, lift the trembling hand— Be near, be near in this midnight land. [Verse 2] He whispers, “I won’t fall,” with a silver grin, Tongue like smoke that slips through locks and latches. Eyes like night—he waits for fragile skin, Rows of teeth behind the ivy patches. But You trace every line of a broken heart, And count every tear before it starts. [Chorus] Arise, O Lord—light this shadowed street. You see it all, every hidden beat. You hear the sigh the weak won’t speak aloud; Gather them close beneath Your cloud. Break the cruel grip, lift the trembling hand— Be near, be near in this midnight land. [Verse 3] You do not forget what the helpless pray; You hold their ache in a holy ledger. Call every lie and wound to the light of day, Cut the cords with mercy’s measured pressure. You reign, You reign while the dark unwinds, King over time and our tangled minds. [Chorus] Arise, O Lord—light this shadowed street. You see it all, every hidden beat. You hear the sigh the weak won’t speak aloud; Gather them close beneath Your cloud. Break the cruel grip, lift the trembling hand— Be near, be near in this midnight land. [Outro] Vintage drum machine like a patient heart, Clean guitars glow, the constellations start. In the slow blue hour where the city sleeps, You are the pulse every orphan keeps.
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