One if by land, two if by enough light to see
that there is but a stitch keeping us free.
In the old North tower one flame becomes two
Then three if by hope, four by love’s coup
Listen, my children, to that spark in your chest
You aren’t just a watcher you are what comes next.
This ride is ours, calling for more than a warning
Waking in step for a greater vision of morning.
We are the bell, our voices the flame
Rising like smoke, shedding light by name
You are the signal, the lantern, the star
So light up the darkness with whatever you are