Rise Through the Noise

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“Rise Through the Noise”

They speak in echoes, they don’t see it all,
Praise and shadow bouncing off the wall.
But I feel the fire, steady in my chest,
I’ll rise, I’ll shine, I’ll give my best.

I’m the light that moves through the noise,
Strong and gentle, finding my voice.
Let the world spin, let the words fly,
I am me, and that’s my sky.

Hands that work, heart that cares,
I’m more than whispers, more than stares.
Through the doubt, through the fight,
I carry my own quiet light.


By Adarsh

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