“I didn’t force it. I didn’t sit down with the intention to write a full song. I just followed the feeling. Those words became a poem, and the poem became the beginnings of a song—something raw, unfinished, but honest. I tucked it away afterward, thinking maybe one day I’d come back to it. Maybe not.” – Jon Clark

One more soul pulled back from the shadow,

One more breath the night could not steal.

In the hush between heartbeats, a miracle rises—

Quiet as a prayer, steady as hope learning to heal.

One more soul carried through the darkness,

Held by hands that would not let it fall.

And in that saving, the world grows softer,

As if grace itself answered the call.

For every life brought back to the sunrise,

A little more light returns to us all—

Reminding even the wounded and weary

That love still lifts, and no soul is ever too small.