In the deepest depths of despair, where hope appears to wane,
They speak of a moment, when despair's shadows are most profane,
When hands that once entwined, now part like they'll never meet again,
A flicker of light awaits, in that darkness, I pray it's not in vain.
Should a revolution be on the horizon, a path yet to unfold,
This very instant, this fleeting second, its burdens manifold,
It stands as the bitterest, most grueling stretch, I'm told,
When hands grow distant, despair takes hold, and hearts turn cold.
Indifference reigns supreme, as unity begins to wane,
When a city hangs in the night, few voices cry in pain,
Proud cedars bow in sorrow, as hearts resemble stone,
Each day, we bear ill tidings, emotions dulled, overgrown.
I ponder the meaning of breath, in and out, it goes,
Inhale, exhale, it's as though nature's rhythm slows,
No solace in the chest, where once air did freely flow,
I teeter on the brink, about to burst, my spirit in throes.
Oh, people, oh, humanity, extend a hand, I plea,
In this moment of despair, reach out, set our spirits free,
Let compassion kindle the spark, like a beacon in the night,
For in these trying times, love's warmth can set things right.
