The Line Grief Could Not Break

One light remains. That is enough. I watched my whole sky turn to white, No grave, no stone, no last goodnight. I learned how silence fills a room When one lost world becomes your wound. They called me princess, called me strong, As if a title makes grief gone. So I pinned duty to my heart And stood where broken ranks fell apart. Every name the war has taken Moves beside me when I rise. I am not untouched or fearless - I just will not let hope die. I will hold the line through the shadow of war, Though it takes one home, then a thousand more. Bring me the tired, the hurt, the few - I will make a cause from what we still can do. Let the darkness count each scar that I bear; It will find no throne, no surrender there. I have lost almost all that made life dear, Still I hold the Resistance here. My brother faded from my reach, Behind a silence none could breach. My husband fell through fire and steel; I had no time to stop and kneel. My son wore night across his face; I called through rage, through time, through space. A mother's hope can cross the flame And love the child beneath the name. Every loss became a doorway, Every tear became command. Not because my heart stopped breaking - Because others need my hand. I will hold the line through the shadow of war, Though it takes one home, then a thousand more. Bring me the tired, the hurt, the few - I will make a cause from what we still can do. Let the darkness count each scar that I bear; It will find no throne, no surrender there. I have lost almost all that made life dear, Still I hold the Resistance here. Hope is not a song for winners. Hope is what the wounded choose. It is standing in the ashes With one more life left to lose. So when my voice becomes a whisper, Carry it from star to star: We are more than what was taken. We are more than what wars are. We will hold the line through the shadow of war, Turn the last small spark to a rising roar. Bring me the tired, the hurt, the few - There is still a dawn if we carry it through. Let the darkness count each scar that we bear; It will find no throne, no surrender there. I have lost almost all that made life dear, Still I hold the Resistance here. One light remains. We are enough.