In the darkness of the night, a symphony plays, A savior's song that leads the way. A melody of hope and light, A guiding star in the blackest of nights. It starts with a whisper, a soft refrain, A gentle touch that eases the pain. A violin's strings, a cello's low hum, A harmony that lifts us from the glum. As the music swells, so does our soul, A rising tide that makes us whole. A choir of angels joins the score, A heavenly sound that we can't ignore. The trumpets blare, the drums resound, A triumphant march that shakes the ground. A crescendo of joy, a chorus of praise, A symphony of savior that never fades. It speaks of a love that knows no bounds, A sacrifice that breaks the chains around. A hope that shines through the darkest days, A promise of light in every way. Part of «The Eccentric lacrimosa» series co-created with AI 2040 × 3060, post-processing 2023