Believe

by Morning Star

She has a dance, and sings it well,
Her voice a song where silence fell.
She shines her light through frozen hell,
And will not break, and will not dwell.

She turns her back on shadows tall,
She runs to hills where mists may fall.
She will not, shall not ever see
The depths of his depravity.

For she has warmth, and she has grace,
And friends who hold her in their place—
Who whisper truths and help her trust
That love is kind, and love is just.

She is safe and free from harm,
The storm will pass, the soul be calm.
Once more, the flowers start to bloom,
The gardens green beneath the moon.

She has a light that lights the way,
She is a star in darkened day.
She writes it happy, leads the flame,
She holds no shame, she speaks no blame.

For she belongs—yes, she is known—
To hearts that never leave alone.
And if she doubts, she need not fear—
They write her name, they draw her near.

Believe they’re there, both night and day,
Believe they care in quiet ways.
Believe your voice still has a place.
Believe—
you shine with endless grace.