Hold On, Chris Boyd

City lights still burn on 38th Street. Sunday morning shadows where the night

and daylight meet. A moment turns to sirens in the cool November air.

People running, voices calling out a prayer. And somewhere in the distance,

another headline forms. Another heart is shaken by a world that's tired

and worn. But even in the chaos, even when the nights

feel long, there's a strength inside your name that keeps pushing on.

Hold on, Chris Boyd. We're standing here with you. Through the darkness,

through the noise, you're gonna pull through. The city's praying softly,