Hallelujah
His gift, though humble, was all he had. He offered it without hesitation, without reservation, knowing it was not enough. A hollow ache now resides where love once burned bright; an emptiness, raw and relentless. Yet, through it all, his hand reached out in silent plea: a desperate longing to touch, to be seen, to care. Truth was his offering, stripped bare and unadorned, without pretense, with no gilded lies to soften the sting of reality. Though all crumbled to dust, leaving nothing but shattered dreams, he would stand before the Song's great Lord, broken yet unwavering, and sing the only refrain that mattered: the fragile beauty of a single, heartfelt "Hallelujah."
Hallelujah
His gift, though humble, was all he had. He offered it without hesitation, without reservation, knowing it was not enough. A hollow ache now resides where love once burned bright; an emptiness, raw and relentless. Yet, through it all, his hand reached out in silent plea: a desperate longing to touch, to be seen, to care. Truth was his offering, stripped bare and unadorned, without pretense, with no gilded lies to soften the sting of reality. Though all crumbled to dust, leaving nothing but shattered dreams, he would stand before the Song's great Lord, broken yet unwavering, and sing the only refrain that mattered: the fragile beauty of a single, heartfelt "Hallelujah."