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Borders, Pages, Stages, and Stars
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Borders, Pages, Stages, and Stars

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February 3, 2026
Borders, Pages, Stages, and Stars
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Borders, Pages, Stages, and Stars

Verse 1

At Rafah, the gates breathe open just a crack, A ceasefire whisper carried on desert tracks. Egypt readies stretchers, sirens soft and low, EU coats at checkpoints watch the slow stream flow. Thousands wait with scans and scars to mend, Closed since spring, now a trickle toward an end.

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Chorus

Hold on, world, to the thin lines of hope, Thread them through the dark like a sailor’s rope. Grief in the headlines, faith in the seams, We build by daylight what we lost in dreams. Hold on, world, don’t let go of the light— Small doors open, and hearts make them wide.


Verse 2

In the steppe, a bus of miners never made it home, A drone found steel and bone on a gravel road alone. Hard hats, lunch pails, and an energy badge, A mother’s ward struck, sirens roll past the damage. Leaders book their seats for talks in desert air, Peace gets scheduled while the smoke hangs there.

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Chorus

Hold on, world, to the thin lines of hope, Thread them through the dark like a sailor’s rope. Grief in the headlines, faith in the seams, We build by daylight what we lost in dreams. Hold on, world, don’t let go of the light— Small doors open, and hearts make them wide.


Verse 3

Boxes burst with secrets, the files spill to the floor, A trove of names and shadows we’ve heard before. Power in the margins, but no verdicts in the ink, Some wounds exposed again where redactions break and shrink. The keepers of the record claim the law is done, Yet halls on the Hill ask why only part has run.

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Chorus

Hold on, world, to the thin lines of hope, Thread them through the dark like a sailor’s rope. Grief in the headlines, faith in the seams, We build by daylight what we lost in dreams. Hold on, world, don’t let go of the light— Small doors open, and hearts make them wide.


Verse 4

Moira’s lilt goes quiet, but the laugh still rings, From winter porches to quirky gilded things. Home alone no longer, the candles crowd the stage, Friends and heroes gather, write love across the page. Sketches bow on Saturday, the spotlight takes a knee, A queen of odd and tender leaves the key.

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Chorus

Hold on, world, to the thin lines of hope, Thread them through the dark like a sailor’s rope. Grief in the headlines, faith in the seams, We build by daylight what we lost in dreams. Hold on, world, don’t let go of the light— Small doors open, and hearts make them wide.


Verse 5

The clock ran out on paychecks and reports, A shuttered wing of government and frayed, impatient courts. Money for the border tied to how the badges act, Body cams and oversight in a bitter, careful pact. The House stacks bills like timber for a bridge, While the jobs page waits on a silent ridge.

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Chorus

Hold on, world, to the thin lines of hope, Thread them through the dark like a sailor’s rope. Grief in the headlines, faith in the seams, We build by daylight what we lost in dreams. Hold on, world, don’t let go of the light— Small doors open, and hearts make them wide.


Verse 6

A riverfront temple to overtures and plays Goes dark on Independence, for long rebuilding days. A new name sparked walkouts, the balcony stands bare, A family’s wary voices drift across the air. Glass steps back, the opera waits offstage, The symphony asks where to set its page.

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Final Chorus

Hold on, world, strike the match and raise it high, From border dust to concert sky. Let the miners’ names be sung like steel, Let the paper mountain turn its wheel. Keep the lights for laughter that we’ve known, And when the halls go dark, we’ll make our own. Hold on, world—this fragile, blazing tide, Small doors open, and hearts make them wide. Hold on— We’re the chorus on the other side.

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