[Intro]
Soft golden glow, a quiet room holds its breath
Two threads of light in a crowd, a vow beneath
Hands find hands, the warm air hums with faith
Circles rise like bells, in quiet myth beneath
[Verse]
In robes of sand and dawn, he stands with patient pride
Her white dress catches dawn, a blue cloak floating wide
Long waves of hair like rivers of a quiet night
They walk through whispers, hands united, soft and bright
Faces blur around them, muted colors fade to gold
The symbols chant in colors that the night had told
A sun that never sets, a triangle in flight
A crescent and a circle turning toward the light
Downward triangles pulse, a secret map of grace
The crowd exhales in rhythm, a slow, reverent pace
The room holds every heartbeat, every breath we share
As halos glow like halos around a statue rare
[Chorus]
Hold the light, hold the line, let mercy fuse the air
Where the quiet speaks in echoes, there’s a kinder prayer
Hold the light, hold the line, let mercy fuse the air
In the circle of the moment, we find what we’re meant to bear
[Verse]
They move as if rehearsed by dawn, a patience in their steps
The crowd parts softly, like a shoreline bending to the kelp
A child’s small wonder blooms in the corner’s sigh
And mothers lift their gazes to the corners of the sky
The symbols glow in cadence, like sigils carved in wind
A language older than this room, a vow that won’t rescind
Beams of warmth cascade, as if the sun drew near
A whispered chorus gathers where the quiet words appear
The woman’s eyes reflect a garden of remembered light
The man’s gaze holds a future drawn in ash and bright
Together they become a doorway we are asked to feel
A promise etched in breath, in every measured feel
[Chorus]
Hold the light, hold the line, let mercy fuse the air
Where the quiet speaks in echoes, there’s a kinder prayer
Hold the light, hold the line, let mercy fuse the air
In the circle of the moment, we find what we’re meant to bear
[Bridge]
If the room were a page, this would be the sacred clause
A pause between two chapters, a doorway without doors
The halos tilt like halos over a whispered vow
We tilt our ears to listen to the when and how
Symbols sing in color, a compass for the seek
A map drawn in velvet glow for every heart that’s weak
In this warm hush, the world’s loud edges soften down
And every broken line begins to heal, begins to crown
[Chorus]
Hold the light, hold the line, let mercy fuse the air
Where the quiet speaks in echoes, there’s a kinder prayer
Hold the light, hold the line, let mercy fuse the air
In the circle of the moment, we find what we’re meant to bear
[Outro]
The room holds on to silence like a cherished song
A vow in golden morning that we carry along
GrizzlyJones
