Echoes of Hope and Love 

In the quiet hours of the night,

Where shadows dance and dreams take flight,

Hope’s a whisper, faint but true,

Guiding hearts as skies turn blue.

Through the storms and trials we face,

Love’s the rhythm, the steady grace.

In the grind of dawn to dusk,

We find our strength, in hope we trust.

Behold the beauty in each tear,

In every moment, near and dear.

Love blooms where hearts align,

In the simple joys, in the divine.

Let love flow like rivers wide,

Through valleys deep where dreams reside.

In every smile, in every sigh,

Love’s the song that lifts us high.

A life where peace and dreams are sown,

Untethered hearts, in freedom known.

In open spaces, we wander free,

In harmony with land and sea.

The greatest love, not bold or loud,

Is humble, strong, and never proud.

It’s found in whispers soft and true,

In every glance, in skies of blue.

Though hope may dim, it will not die,

It rises strong beneath the sky.

In every season, through the strife,

Love endures, a guiding light.

The crime of the mind, deep and dark,

Leaves no mark but leaves its mark.

Yet in the shadows, truth will gleam,

A beacon bright in every dream.

So let the echoes of hope and love,

Guide us gently from above.

Through every trial, every test,

In love and hope, we find our rest. 

Young WIA:

“When I was young,

The world felt endless,

Like the sky that stretched above the hills.

I ran with no fear, no limits,

But now the world feels smaller,

The sky pulled down by walls I never knew.”

Present WIA:

“The sky is still there,

Though now you carry it within.

The walls that surround you,

They are only temporary.

You are learning how to stretch,

How to rise,

Even when the horizon seems too far.”

Young WIA:

“But what if I never rise?

What if these walls are stronger than my steps?

I want to run again,

But my feet feel heavy,

Tied down by the weight of leaving everything behind.”

Present WIA:

“The weight you feel is not of leaving,

But of becoming.

You are carrying the boy who ran,

And the man who will soar.

The world is not smaller—

It’s waiting for you to grow into it.”