Lament for the Quiet Ones

For those who smiled when they were breaking,
Who hid the weight so no one knew —
For every heart that kept on aching,
And whispered, “Maybe I’ll make it through.”

For those who sang with trembling voices,
And found in song a place to mend,
Whose courage lives in quiet choices,
To rise, to reach, to try again.

The world moves on — too fast, too loud,
For tender souls who walk unseen.
Yet somewhere soft, beyond the crowd,
Hope hums — low, steadfast, serene.

No anthem shouts their strength aloud,
No medal gleams for nights they fought.
But still they stand, though storms surround —
Their light endures, though hard it’s sought.

So here’s to them — the broken, brave,
Who teach us all what love can mean:
That healing isn’t just the wave,
But the shore that waits between.

And if you listen close tonight,
You’ll hear them in the breath of air —
A thousand hearts still burning bright,
Reminding us:

Be kind.
Be there.