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"A Moment" is a poignant acoustic ballad that calls us to pause amid the chaos—inviting reflection on the quiet power of a single hand to heal, mend, and ignite change. Through intimate verses and soaring choruses, it weaves themes of empathy and action, from feeling the warmth of a shared embrace to breaking chains of injustice, soothing a grieving mother, or comforting a wounded child. With gentle strums and heartfelt vocals building to an ethereal instrumental close, this track reminds us: one touch can stop the bombs, silence the wars, and light the way forward. A rallying cry for the compassionate soul—perfect for contemplative evenings or activism playlists. What's one moment that changed everything for you? Share in the comments. ✊🌍 #AMoment #SocialJusticeMusic #OriginalSong #EmpathyInAction

A Moment

(For Ahmed in Gaza, Palestine)


War’s torn my home, left rubble in its wake,
Family’s gone, their echoes make me break.
Carrying water through a world of flame,
Each scar’s a wound, but I’m still in the game.  

White butterfly, “a fragile peace resting,”
On my chest, where pain’s forever testing.
You’re Ahmed’s soul, “a message from the heavens,”
In this hell, you’re my spark, my weapon.  

My brother’s voice, now silenced by the fight,
Our house in ashes, swallowed by the night.
In a stolen nap, your wings cut through the gray,
A fleeting hope where shadows rip away.  

White butterfly, “a fragile peace resting,”
On my chest, where pain’s forever testing.
You’re Ahmed’s soul, “a message from the heavens,”
In this hell, you’re my spark, my weapon.  

“I long for him, I miss him dearly,” I scream,
Your wings lift high, you’re more than just a dream.
This war can’t break the light you left behind,
Ahmed, you’re with me, burning in my mind.  

White butterfly, “a fragile peace resting,”
On my chest, where pain’s forever testing.
You’re Ahmed’s soul, “a message from the heavens,”
In this hell, you’re my spark, my weapon.  

Fly through the fire, through the endless fight,
White butterfly, you’re my break of the light.
Ahmed’s with me, in every beat, I swear,
I’ll carry on, ‘cause you’re still there.

Ahmed’s Soul

[Call to the Corners]  
East, air of truth, your breath will guide our way,  
South, fire of justice, burn the night to day,  
West, water’s strength, let courage flood our core,  
North, earth’s embrace, hold fast forevermore.    

Through the ash, through the stone, we call 
Hate divides, delights in others’ fall
See the soul, not skin, to mend the common good 
Join as one, love binds where we have stood 

Stitch my bones, I'm craving earth's warm hold, Rip through the cracks, let truth's sharp edge unfold, Pull us close, where broken souls can mend, Uproot the dark, let justice carve its end.

Cold their hearts, greed blinds their lofty sight 
Power hoards, they shun the human light
Melt their ice, let suffering wake their soul 
Feel the web, atone to make us whole 

Stitch my bones, I'm craving earth's warm hold, Rip through the cracks, let truth's sharp edge unfold, Pull us close, where broken souls can mend, Uproot the dark, let justice carve its end.

Stitch my bones, I'm craving earth's warm hold, Rip through the cracks, let truth's sharp edge unfold, Pull us close, where broken souls can mend, Uproot the dark, let justice carve its end.

Heal the bones, we weave the earth as one 
Mend the cracks, let truth’s embrace be won 
Unite the fractures plaguing souls to mend 
Uproot the evil, justice will ascend 

Dark souls crave the blood and endless night 
War’s delight, they worship pain’s cruel might 
Noble hearts, let justice spark the flame
By three it turns, their deeds will curse their name 

Heal the bones, we weave the earth as one 
Mend the cracks, let truth’s embrace be won 
Unite the fractures plaguing souls to mend
Uproot the evil, justice will ascend 

[Closing the Circle]  
East, air fades, your truth will linger still 
South, fire calms, justice has done its will
West, water ebbs, our strength now rests in peace
North, earth holds, the circle’s web released

Wake the Bones

Composed by Edward Kramer 
Lyrics and Melody by Sarah Miller

I leave this not as goodbye, but a path still burning bright,  
Carved with conviction, through the endless fight.  
God knows I gave it all, my strength, my voice, my soul,  
To stand for my people, make the broken whole.  

The only crime I claim, framed through the lens they made,  
Occupation's cruel soul, rubble piles - child's call.  
The land weeps with the blood of the oppressed,  
Our strength pushed to its final test.  

This is my will, written in dust and stolen light!  
Not farewell, but a fire burning through the night.  
Truth cuts like a sword, through the silent lies!  
Honor the steadfast who have paid the cost with their lives!  

Felt the grip of pain in every form it takes,  
Tasted loss like poison, hearts in endless aches.  
He survived the bombs, the siege that tore the land apart,  
Loved his homeland fierce, with every beat of heart.  

In the cracks of fragile peace, where shadows strike unseen,  
Betrayed by traitors' hands, in the truce's cruel machine.  
Outlasted war's long hell, only for gangs to claim the win -
Collaborators' knives, where the ceasefire should begin.  

A father's cry rings out, over the son laid low,  
Light dimmed in streets where the traitors go.  

This is my will, written in dust and stolen light!  
Not farewell, but a fire burning through the night.  
Truth cuts like a sword, through the silent lies!  
Honor the steadfast who have paid the cost with their lives!    

Pass the dawn we chased, stained by greed and lies,  
For Anas, Salah, Bayan - rise up now and cry!  
Our prayers shattered, the last of our strength tested and true,  
Rise now, speak loud - let the world face what they do.  

From the ashes we may bleed, but fire renews.  

This is my will, written in dust and stolen light!  
Not farewell, but a fire burning through the night.  
Truth cuts like a sword, through the silent lies!  
Honor the steadfast who have paid the cost with their lives!  

This is my will, written in dust and stolen light!  
Not farewell, but a fire burning through the night.  

Join your hands, gather tears and your grief,  
Stand strong together, in relief -
From Shifa's ruins, Gaza's core remains,  
Her light though dimmed will pull you through the pain.  

From Shifa's ruins, Gaza's core bleeds true...  
Her light… will pull you through.

The Will

In Gaza's grave of twisted steel and stone,  
Kids chase kites through the ghosts of home  
Bombs rewrite the map in fire and fear,  
While suits in towers sip victory beer.  
From Ukraine's taiga, the wild screams,  
Shells carve rivers from winter's dreams.  
No more maps drawn from stranger's spite
The wheel grinds slow, but it crushes tonight.

Hear the rubble roar, roar! answer the call!  
From the strip's siege to the steppes' black sprawl!  
No graves for the grit in our blood
Smash the siege, flood the flood!   

Sudan's sands drink the blood of the betrayed,  
Factions feast on the famine they've made
Rivers run red where the harvests rot,  
Mothers bury sons in the plots they've forgot.  
Drones dance death in the skies above 
Targeting innocents, hope and love
We've choked on treaties, treaties turned to ash
Now the global tidal wave will ignite the crash.  

Hear the rubble roar, roar! answer the call!  
From the strip's siege to the steppes' black sprawl!  
No graves for the grit in our blood
Smash the siege, flood the flood!  

Hear the rubble roar, roar! answer the call!  
From the strip's siege to the steppes' black sprawl!  
No graves for the grit in our blood
Smash the siege, flood the flood!  

You carrion kings in your climate-locked lairs,  
Bartering breaths with your empty blank stares
Shells scripted in ledgers of actuarial ice,  
"Truce" just the comma in your crimson price.  
Yachts drift serene as the skylines erupt,  
Whispering warrants through the velvet corrupt.  
We've mapped your mirages, your street-corner lies
Your ink-forged citadels, politician's disguise.
No more turning ache into gold
Your hunger's hollow; we'll fill it with cold.  

No more tears for the thrones they've burned
Their shadows can't hold us; we're the fire returned.
we rise from the ashes fueled with our rage
The tides unleashed, see the lion you raised!
Lies will crack with truth from below
This ain't a dirge; it's the storm we know.
The world's on fire? We'll make it explode. 
You’ve planted the field, now reap what you’ve grown.

Hear the rubble roar, roar! answer the call!  
From the strip's siege to the steppes' black sprawl!  
No graves for the grit in our blood 
Smash the siege, flood the flood!  

Hear the rubble roar, roar! - answer the call!  
From the strip's siege to the steppes' black sprawl!  
No graves for the grit in our blood -
Smash the siege, flood the flood!  

Hear the rubble roar, roar! - answer the call!  
From the strip's siege to the steppes' black sprawl!  
No graves for the grit in our blood -
Smash the siege, flood the flood!

The Reckoning

Beneath the stones, where shadows sleep,  
A family kneels, their vigil keeps.  
With trembling hands, they break the ground,  
No voice, no cry, no mortal sound.  

Their brother’s gone, beneath the fall,  
A name unanswered when they call.  
The rubble holds him, cold and still,  
Yet love persists, unbroken will.  
Each stone they turn, a whispered plea,  
To find the soul they long to free.  

Beneath the stones, they’re calling, calling, calling…
Through the silence, hearts are falling, falling, falling…   
Beneath the stones, they’re breaking, breaking, breaking…
Love is the only thing not fading, fading, fading…

I watched them there, in dusk’s gray light,  
Their hands worn raw in the moonlight.  
No map to guide, no certain place,  
Just hope to find a single trace.  
Each lifted rock, a wound laid bare,  
A love too deep for words to share.  

Beneath the stones, they’re calling, calling, calling…
Through the silence, hearts are falling, falling, falling…   
Beneath the stones, they’re breaking, breaking, breaking…
Love is the only thing not fading, fading, fading…

Ten months they waited, hearts held fast,  
For one last rite, for peace at last.  
Not for return, but to bestow,  
The dignity that death should know.  
Through silent toil, their hearts confess,  
A love that war cannot suppress.  

The pickaxe falls, the earth replies,  
Each strike a spark of muted cries.  
Their hands are torn, yet still they strive,  
To keep his memory alive.   
Oh, silent earth, give him back to me,  
For one last breath, for his dignity. 

Beneath the stones, their love’s remains,  
Through endless dust, through endless pain.  
No words, no sound, just a fading hum,  
They’ll find him still, when the morning comes.

Beneath the stones, they’re calling, calling, calling…
Through the silence, hearts are falling, falling, falling…   
Beneath the stones, they’re breaking, breaking, breaking…
Love is the only thing not fading, fading, fading…

Beneath the stones, they’re calling, calling, calling…
Through the silence, hearts are falling, falling, falling…   
Beneath the stones, they’re breaking, breaking, breaking…
Love is the only thing not fading, fading, fading…

Beneath the Stones

Luck We Chase

Kiirtan "Nordic Colors" (Lilas) del Album "Under The Northern Lights de Ramon Rainjan Sosa (Dadão)

Esta Melodía de kiirtan llegó en la época que yo estaba en Suecia ....después estuvo sin ser cantada por largo tiempo...una vez en la India un amigo de Alemania (Rudranath) me pidió si lo recordaba y lo volví a cantar ....después ese kiirtan formó parte del bello CD producido en Vermont , USA, "Unther The Northen Ligths" (Bajo la Aurora Boreal) junto a increíbles músicos y cantantes de esa región de norte América. Después el CD llego a Brasil y la melodía fue seleccionada para el álbum Resonancia de Shuba y amigos ... Hoy por hoy es una de las melodías más cantadas durante los cursos y programas del Parque Visao Futuro en Sao Paulo, Brasil..... Dónde la llaman con el nombre de Lilas .... En realidad Baba Shrii Anandamurti mi Maestro Espiritual la mando un día en una manera mística a través de un medio suyo en este planeta para que toque Miles de corazones en este mundo .... como lo continua haciendo hasta ahora y quién sabe por cuánto tiempo más... Estén siempre atentos a esos momentos cósmicos y sean buenos receptores ya que solo por su gracia de tanto en tanto su Divina Gracia Espiritual desciende a la tierra a través de alguna bella melodía para su Gran Kiirtan "Baba Nam Kevalam" El Amor en Todo y en Tod@s ! 🧡 en El, con Amor , Ramon Rainjan Sosa (Dadão) 
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