We arrive as separate notes,each carrying a different tune.A hand reaches; another answers,and silence makes a little room.
We share the road, the bread, the weather,the work that no one does alone.A thousand small beginnings gather,and make a place that feels like home.
Joining isn’t losing edges;it’s weaving colors into light.Together, we can lift the heavy,and keep each other through the night.
So bring your voice, your hope, your questions—there’s space beside us in the song.The door is open, hearts are listening:come as you are, and join along.
