Amidst the storm’s relentless might,
When winds and waves erase the light,
A force much stronger rises high—
The hearts of those who can’t pass by.

With hands extended, shoulders wide,
They lift the broken, stem the tide,
Not for reward, nor fleeting gain,
But to relieve another’s pain.

The hurricane may tear apart,
But can’t suppress the human heart,
For in the wreckage, hope is born,
In every hand that mends the torn.

People helping, side by side,
Guided not by fear, but pride—
The pride of knowing, when they fall,
We rise together, one and all.

In every tear, a silent vow:
We’ll build again, and we’ll stand now,
No storm can take what love can mend—
We heal, we help, until the end.

Created by
MarkWaldrop