Quiet Heroes Light the Way

Tears like a river, flowing right. Finding hope in twists and tides.

Through winding paths of unknown bends. We search for strength where the journey

ends. In steady hearts and unseen grace. In every hand that finds its

place. Strength is found in hearts that try. In hands that

lift when hope runs dry. It's not in bliss to show a might,

but in those who stand when there's no light. They carry weight with quiet pride,

guiding us through every tide. Quiet heroes light the way. Through every night

and every day. They carry weight with quiet pride, guiding us through every tide.