Moon at Half Past Noon

Let the storm come rolling in
Dark across the sky
They say the strong will always win
But I have seen them lie

I will not build a wall of flame
To meet their raging heat
I will strike a match and speak a name
And stand upon my feet

I will light a small fire
In the cold and dark
A single quiet pyre
A warm and gentle spark
For the ones they push away
I will make my sacrifice
And let this small fire say
Love is worth the price

Let them take my roof and key
The ground where I was born
I will build a home for all who flee
A shelter from the storm

Let them say we must forget
The truth our hearts once knew
I will hold the memory in my chest
And let it carry through

Let them draw their lines in stone
And call it law and land
I will reach across alone
And take a stranger’s hand

Let them build their towers high
To scrape the sky and boast
I will kneel beside the ones who cry
And offer what matters most

Not with armies, not with shouts
Not with fire for fire
But with open hands and quiet doubts
And hope that climbs still higher

Let the storm consume its path
Let it burn and fade
I will sit among the aftermath
And plant a gentle blade

For every home they turn to dust
For every name they take
I will plant a seed of trust
For the new world we will make

We will light our small fires
In the cold and dark
A thousand quiet pyres
A thousand gentle sparks
For the ones they push away
We will make our sacrifice
And let our small fires say
Love is worth the price

From the river to the mountain
From the city to the sea
Every heart a fountain
Every hand a key

Let a hundred small fires rise
Let a million embers glow
We will meet the storm with open eyes
And refuse to let it win
No
We refuse to let it win