The Light We Pass Along

The Light We Pass Along [Intro — Instrumental] [Verse 1] [Female Voice] December lays its silver lace on glass and railway lines; a choir below the station stairs keeps time against the night. A stranger lays her scarf around a child’s bare hands; the cold remains, the world stays hard, but warmth is something we can choose. [Pre-Chorus] [Female Voice] Maybe hope’s not proof the storm will vanish by the dawn; maybe hope is making room so someone can hold on. There’s a roof inside a welcome, there’s a road inside a song— we become the light we’re waiting for when we pass it on. [Chorus] [Female Voice] Raise the winter sky, let the small lights rise, not to hide the dark, but to meet its eyes. Every hand we hold, every promise we keep leaves a little warmth where the hard ground sleeps. When the road turns white and the stars seem gone, be the steady note that carries someone on. No one has to face the night alone— we make a dawn from the light we pass along. [Post-Chorus] [Female Voice] Oh-oh, pass it on; oh-oh, pass it on. Hand to hand, through the longest night, we are the light we pass along. [Verse 2] [Female Voice] An empty chair beside the tree can make a crowded room feel wide; we speak the names we miss aloud and let the grief sit by our side. A candle cannot turn back time, but shows what still shines through: the love we carry past goodbye becomes the work we do. [Pre-Chorus] [Female Voice] Maybe hope’s not proof the storm will vanish by the dawn; maybe hope is making room so someone can hold on. There’s a roof inside a welcome, there’s a road inside a song— we become the light we’re waiting for when we pass it on. [Chorus] [Female Voice] Raise the winter sky, let the small lights rise, not to hide the dark, but to meet its eyes. Every hand we hold, every promise we keep leaves a little warmth where the hard ground sleeps. When the road turns white and the stars seem gone, be the steady note that carries someone on. No one has to face the night alone— we make a dawn from the light we pass along. [Bridge] [Female Voice] Not every wound becomes a lesson, not every prayer comes true; but even where the answers end, there’s something we can do. Open the door. Make room. Begin. Let mercy have a voice. The miracle is not that winter leaves— it’s that we still can choose. [Final Chorus] [Female Voice] Raise the winter sky, let the small lights rise, not to hide the dark, but to meet its eyes. Every hand we hold, every promise we keep leaves a little warmth where the hard ground sleeps. When the road turns white and the stars seem gone, be the steady note that carries someone on. No one has to face the night alone— we make a dawn from the light we pass along. [Outro] [Female Voice] Oh-oh, pass it on; hand to hand, the whole night long. No one has to face the night alone— we make a dawn from the light we pass along.