Traffic smears through a rain-slick street
Puddles rise at the rushing feet
You pick up bags for a trembling form
Shielding weight from the crowded swarm
Voices clash in a frantic wave
Hope grows faint from the will to save
Your soft tone anchors shaking ground
Turning chaos to something sound
Every bruise finds a place to land
Every fear meets your steady stand
Life survives what the night demands—
Grace holds firm in your quiet hands