Be okay, when the night turns gray
Kharisma’s voice like dawn in May
Jon Wonder paints the silver spray
Robert holds the dark at bay
Lift your head, let the bruises breathe
Every scar is a star beneath
We bend, we break, we still believe
In morning’s honest reprieve
Hand in hand through echoing streets
Heartbeat drums, the city beats
Whisper soft, “I won’t retreat—
We’re already complete.”