Beacon of Hope

Light in the darkness, a flame that's been lit,

A hope shining bright, in the shadows it sits.

Gathered around this sacred flame,

We stand as one, we call out your name.

In the quiet of night, with a pen and a light,

I write stories of strength, of battles to fight.

A survivor's voice, loud and clear,

Breaking the silence, casting out fear.

The beacons are shining, calling aloud,

For every lost soul, to break from the shroud.

A spark in the darkness, a hope renewed,

A voice for the silent, for the broken, for the bruised.

The beacon of hope is burning so bright,

Guiding the lost in the dead of night.

Every stroke, every word, a flame in the dark,

Lighting the way for each weary heart.

Standing alone, yet never alone,

This is my oath, this is my home.

For those who can't stand, who can't speak or scream,

I carry their voices, I hold their dreams.

So here's to the fighters, the brave and the strong,

Our voices united, righting the wrongs.

The beacon is lit, and forever will gleam,

A symbol of hope, a survivor’s dream.