She saw the headlines glowing red, Another fight, another dread. She whispered softly, “What’s become Of all the dreams we leaned upon?” She said the world feels cold and strange, Like every heart is out of range. People building higher walls, Forgetting we’re connected after all. And she said, “Hold me tight,” When the world don’t feel right. When the kindness disappears And the noise cuts through her fears. Yeah, she said, “Hold me tight,” Like the dark still fears the light. If the world keeps breaking open, We’ll stitch it back with what we’re hoping. Hand in hand, we’ll face the night — Two small flames can still ignite. She’s chasing sparks inside the gray, Trying not to fade away. And every shout of “me before you” Left her unsure what love could do. So she said, “Hold me tight,” When the world won’t unite. When compassion slips away And the gentle lose their say. Yeah, she said, “Hold me tight,” ’Cause two hearts can make it right. Peace and love, Doug