Lyric

In the silence of the night, where hunger grows

A mother fights, though the whole world knows

Her child in her arms, with no crown, no fame

But her fire burns on in a holy flame

From the shadows came a hand, unseen

A stranger’s gift, so pure, so clean

No name was spoken, no debt was claimed

But a single spark lit a brighter flame

Raise your voice, the nameless ones

The quiet hearts, the hidden suns

They built a road where none was drawn

Hands of mercy carry on

Through the dark, their light remains

We’ll never be the same

The world was cold, but hope was sown

By those who give and stay unknown

One kindness turns to ten, then more

The chain of love, an endless war

No sword, no crown, no song of fame

But miracles wear a human name

They walk among us every day

The silent saints who light the way

Raise your voice, the nameless ones

The quiet hearts, the hidden suns

They teach the broken how to stand

And place the future in our hands

Through the dark, their light remains—

Forever we proclaim…

Hands that carry on…

Hands that carry on…

The miracle is real